I'll balance my books every week--every day if you like--exactly as you do at that horrid shop, Aunt Hilary." So he was rattling on, but Hilary stopped him by pointing to the figures.
"You see, this sum is more than we expected.

How is it to be met?
Think for yourself.

You are a man now." "I know that," said Ascott, sullenly; "but what's the use of it ?--money only makes the man, and I have none.

If the ancient Peter would but die now and leave me his heir, though to be sure Aunt Selina might be putting her oar in.

Perhaps--considering I'm Aunt Selina's nephew--if I were to walk into the old chap now he might be induced to fork out! Hurrah! that's a splendid idea." "What idea ?" "I'll borrow the money from old Ascott." "That means, because he has already given, you would have him keep on giving--and you would take and take and take--Ascott, I'm ashamed of you." But Ascott only burst out laughing.