He knew something of Talbot's iron will, but he never supposed that he would lose his sense of what was right and wrong in exercising it.

Again he opened the list--rather hurriedly this time, as if some new phase had struck him--studied it for a moment, and then asked with an increased interest in his tones: "Did Gilbert give you back the money you loaned him ?" "Yes--certainly; about a month afterward." Here at least was an asset.
St.George's face lighted up.

"And what did you do with it ?" "Took it to my father and he told me to use it; that he would settle with Mr.Slater when he paid his account;--when, too, he would thank him for helping me out." "And when he didn't pay it back and these buzzards learned you had quit your father's house they employed Gadgem to pick your bones." "Yes--it seems so; but, Uncle George, it's due them!" exclaimed Harry--"they ought to have their money.

I would never have taken a dollar--or bought a thing if I had not supposed my father would pay for them." There was no question as to the boy's sense of justice--every intonation showed it.
"Of course it's due--due by you, too--not your father; that's the worst of it.

And if he refuses to assume it--and he has--it is still to be paid--every cent of it.