“Have you the rest of it with you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let me have it.”
He acts like one in a dream, taking out a roll of bills and handing it to Atherton.
“You may not believe me, sir, but I’m really glad it’s off my person. The temptation came; like a fool I yielded, and I’ve had not a minute of peace since. Now, do with me what you please. I deserve no mercy.”
“Jack, you have a mother.”
“For God’s sake, sir, don’t remind me of that! It’s the thought of her that’s set me almost crazy. My ruin will kill her,” and a shudder convulses his frame.
If he had only considered his mother more before starting into this ugly business, he might have avoided the disgrace.
Atherton is in a position to be lenient. Besides, he has always had a great interest in the young man.
“Have you anything left, Jack?” he asks.