Before many minutes two of them decided to go home for the night,
having delegated their authority to the third, who as soon as their
backs were turned came up to me and said, that if I could give him a
couple of shillings he would go too, he didn't want to put me to any
trouble. I told him candidly I should have been glad to comply with his
request, but as all the money I had was sixpence, I must forego the
pleasure. He sighed, and then after exacting a promise that I would
let him in next morning, departed also, leaving me free to get on with
my work. He had not been gone many minutes when I heard my chum Bob's
musical whistle below, and immediately he came bounding up, having
heard the news across at the library of my having a house full of bums.
He could only sympathise, but rejoiced to find me in such good spirits,
was surprised also, but not more so than myself. He left a couple of
shillings, with the desire that I would make one of my famous curries
against the time he closed the library, when we would have supper
together.
I readily agreed and hurried up with my job in order to get at my
cookery, for indeed these little chance meals which I was in the habit
of preparing, when there were funds, were exceedingly pleasant to me,
to my family, and to Bob, who was a frequent sharer of them. I am
afraid they bore a strong family likeness to the celebrated symposia
indulged in by Mr Micawber and his family with David Copperfield as
only guest, but I can honestly say that I never pawned or sold any
household goods to procure them, as the immortal Micawber did. At any
rate on this particular occasion I know that, thanks to Bob's two
shillings, we had a gorgeous supper of curried skirt and kidney, with
potatoes and rice; the scent of which, as Bob said when coming in at
10.30, was enough to make a dead man sit up and ask for some.
His genial company and the good meal sufficed to keep the black shadow
away long enough for me to get to sleep, but as soon as I awakened in
the morning it was beside me with all its terrors. In my emergency I
bethought me of a certain money-lender who, upon a previous application
to him, had informed me that he would willingly lend me £20 if I found
a good surety, and would take repayment at the rate of £2 per month for
twelve months. I did not accept then, because I could not bring myself
to ask anyone whom I knew to do anything I would not do myself, viz.,
become surety for another. But now I was desperate, and I remembered an
acquaintance who, though his salary was good, was for some reason or
another chronically hard up. He, I felt sure, would be my surety if I
could spare him a little of the loan. Utterly immoral, even dishonest
and without excuse, of course, and I am going to offer none--I only set
down the facts.
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