When you get at the bottom of it you will find that he's backed up the bank because some poor devil of a teller or clerk, or may be some director, is his friend.
That's enough for St.George, and further than that he never goes.

He's thrown away two fortunes now--his grandmother's, which was small but sound--and his father's, which if he had attended to it would have kept him comfortable all his life." "You had some words at the club, I heard," interjected Gorsuch.
"No, he had some words, I had a julep," and the colonel smiled grimly.
"But you are still on good terms, are you not ?" "I am, but he isn't.

But that is of no consequence.

No man in his senses would ever get angry with St.George, no matter what he might say or do.

He hasn't a friend in the world who could be so ill bred.