This sort of thing must not be repeated; the boy must halt in his tracks and face sharply the other way.

Besides, his own income was limited--much too limited to admit of many more loans of that sort.
He ought to see Gerald at once, but somehow he could not in decency appear personally on the heels of his loan.

A certain interval must elapse between the loan and the lecture; in fact he didn't see very well how he could admonish and instruct until the loan had been cancelled--that is, until the first of the New Year.
Pacing the floor, disturbed, uncertain as to the course he should pursue, he looked up presently to see Miss Erroll descending the stairs, fresh and sweet in her radiant plumage.

As she caught his eye she waved a silvery chinchilla muff at him--a marching salute--and passed on, calling back to him: "Don't forget Gerald!" "No," he said, "I won't forget Gerald." He stood a moment at the window watching the brougham below where Nina awaited Miss Erroll.

Then, abruptly, he turned back into the room and picked up the telephone receiver, muttering: "This is no time to mince matters for the sake of appearances." And he called up Gerald at the offices of Neergard & Co.
"Is it you, Gerald ?" he asked pleasantly.