His experience had been altogether with the bucket and the gourd: all he had had to do was to dip in.
Again St.George ruminated.

It had been many years since he had been so disturbed about any matter involving money.
"And have you any money left, Harry ?" "Not much.

What I have is in my drawer upstairs." "Then I'll lend you the money." This came with a certain spontaneity--quite as if he had said to a companion who had lost his umbrella--"Take mine!" "But have you got it, Uncle George ?" asked Harry in an anxious tone.
"No--not that I know of," he replied simply, but with no weakening of his determination to see the boy through, no matter at what cost.
"Well--then--how will you lend it ?" laughed Harry.

Money crises had not formed part of his troubles.
"Egad, my boy, I don't know!--but somehow." He rang the bell and Todd put in his head.

"Todd, go around outside,--see if young Mr.Pawson is in his office below us, present my compliments and say that it will give me great pleasure to call upon him regarding a matter of business." "Yes, sah--" "-- And, Todd--say also that if agreeable to him, I will be there in ten minutes." Punctually at ten o'clock on the following morning the shrivelled body and anxious face of the agent was ushered by Todd into St.George's presence--Dandy close behind sniffing at his thin knees, convinced that he was a suspicious person.