To this effusion I received no reply whatever, but two days afterwards
my surety came rushing to me in a state of great agitation, flourishing
a telegram which he had just received from his wife, to the effect that
a man had been put in possession of their furniture in default of my
payment of an instalment of the loan. Desperately he demanded of me
what I meant by such behaviour, and tearfully assured me that such an
experience had never been his before, in which I have reason to believe
he was not within the parallel lines of fact. I was as stunned as he,
and promised every reparation in my power, while I knew that nothing
short of that instalment would avail. So I immediately obtained leave
of absence, and went a-borrowing, a frequent exercise alas, but one
which I never practised without a sense of poignant shame, preventing
me from degenerating into the common species of "earbiter," as he is
vulgarly called, of the Montague Tigg type.
Miraculously, as I think, I succeeded in borrowing the £3 required,
on my faithful promise to repay at the end of the month, from a man
who was as poor as I, but more methodical, and had put it away towards
his rent. Let me say before I go any further, that I did not abuse his
trust, nor did I ever do so to anybody except in the single case of my
surety, which I was now engaged in repairing. I hope I do not put this
forward in a spirit of offensive or aggressive virtue, but I do want to
disavow any association with that rotten type of man who will promise
anything to get your money, will, having got it, squander it, and then
ridicule you for being such a fool as to lend to him, of all people
in the world. This type I am glad to say is usually of the "sporting"
breed of "boys," and has no relation to decent beings.
With my delayed instalment and my friend's freedom in my hand, I hied
me unto the ancient capitalist at Victoria. I made no complaint, for
indeed I had no ground. He made no apology, but received my money (I
beg pardon, his money) with dignity, saying that he was glad the matter
was so speedily arranged, because the aggressive process involved a lot
of trouble which he hated. But business was business, and a bargain was
a bargain, as he hoped I knew well, and--he hoped the weather would
continue fine, being indeed very seasonable for the time of the year.
And so we parted, I certainly feeling truly ashamed at having put this
good old man to so much unnecessary trouble, my friend to indignity,
and myself to so many superfluous blushes.
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