"Dicky would give it me," he said, "but I can't ask him; I've made him too many promises. So would Lambert, but it would be absurd for me to go to him."
"Why absurd?" George asked, quietly.
"Wholly impossible," was all Dalrymple would say. "Quite absurd."
There came back to George his ugly sensations at Blodgett's, and he knew he would give Dalrymple a lot of money now, as he had given him a little then, and for precisely the same reason.
"I'm afraid I've been a bit hard on my friends," Dalrymple admitted. "As a rule they've dried up."
"So you come to one who isn't a friend?" George asked.
"Now see here, Morton, that's scarcely fair."
"You haven't forgotten that day in my office," George accused him, "when you made a brutal ass of yourself."
"Said I was sorry. Don't you ever forget anything?"
Dalrymple was angry enough himself now, but his worry apparently forced him on.