“I am on a holiday. Out there—it’s very different. As for drink, of course in a thirsty climate like that of New South Wales—and this place—one must drink a little. For my own part, I am surprised at my own moderation.”
“Very well. I will not go on with the subject, only—to repeat—if you are in a tight place, those who know your solvency will be very willing to relieve you. I hope you are not here to borrow of me, because——”
The man laughed again. “Not I. Nobody is likely to borrow of you, Leonard. That is quite certain—not even the stoniest broke. Make your mind quite easy. As for my friends in the City, I know very well what to do about them. No; I am here because I want to throw myself upon the family.”
“The family consists of your brother, who may be able to help you——”
“I’ve asked him. He won’t—Christopher was always a selfish beast. Good fellow to knock about with and all that—ready for anything—but selfish—damned selfish.”
“And your aunt Lucy——”
“I don’t know her. Who is she?”
“She is not able to assist you. And of myself.”
“You forget the Head of the Family—my old grandfather. I am going to him.”
“You will get nothing out of him—not even a word of recognition.”