“No; some books bound in Russia, I dare say, with the Oxford arms, and 'Dominus illuminatio mea,' on the back.”
“No money?”
“Not much—perhaps a ten'ner,” answered Drysdale, “but no end of [Greek text] kudoz, I suppose.”
“It makes it look well for his first, don't you think? But I wish he had got some money for it. I often feel very uncomfortable about that bill, don't you?”
“Not I, what's the good? It's nothing when you are used to it. Besides, it don't fall due for another six weeks.”
“But if Blake can't meet it then?” said Tom.
“Well, it will be vacation, and I'll trouble greasy Benjamin to catch me then.”
“But you don't mean to say you won't pay it?” said Tom in horror.
“Pay it! You may trust Benjamin for that. He'll pull round his little usuries somehow.”
“Only we have promised to pay on a certain day, you know.”