is besmirched, and you look a fool, and the Government has done with you; and, Brassington, remember that you owed that money."
"I did nothing of the sort," said the merchant sternly.
"Father," said the wretched Booby, "I 'd won more than that off Jimmy, I had, really! And when I lost back again, unless he 'd been paid I don't know what would have happened. I 'd have cut my throat, father," said Booby.
He meant it, but it was exceedingly unlikely.
James McAuley for the first time defended his honour.
"Upon my soul, sir, I thought that I was dealing with you, and, good God, if a debt …"
Mr. Kirby intervened.
"Be quiet, Mr. McAuley," he said authoritatively, "you are a young man, and I am trying to save you. Brassington," he continued, turning to his friend, and still talking in a strict, authoritative tone, "the money is irrecoverable. Your son had won it, and his winnings had gone in University debts. I know what they are. His friend won it back—
