“Never mind. Pay me my interest, or I’ll charge you interest on interest. Remember, I’ve got your note-of-hand!” shouted Beetle.
“You are a cold-blooded Jew,” Stalky groaned.
“Hush!” said McTurk very loudly indeed, and started as Prout came upon them.
“I didn’t see you in that disgraceful affair in the form-room just now,” said he.
“What, sir? We’re just come up from Mr. King’s,” said Stalky. “Please, sir, what am I to do about prep.? They’ve broken the desk you told me to sit at, and the form’s just swimming with ink.”
“Find another seat—find another seat. D’you expect me to dry-nurse you? I wish to know whether you are in the habit of advancing money to your associates, Beetle?”
“No, sir; not as a general rule, sir.”
“It is a most reprehensible habit. I thought that my house, at least, would be free from it. Even with my opinion of you, I hardly thought it was one of your vices.”
“There’s no harm in lending money, sir, is there?”
“I am not going to bandy words with you on your notions of morality. How much have you lent Corkran?”