"And we are such good friends now," Hazel told him, "that, although I could not possibly take anything for myself, I felt I could ask for you, Teddie: I was so miserable about you." Teddie was mollified, when he learned that his sister had informed her uncle, that she should endeavour to keep secret how she came by the money. But Monday afternoon found him seated in the library of the house in Lancaster Gate, in conversation with that august relative. Mr. Desborough’s surprise was extreme when the curly-headed youth was announced, and, truth to tell, he was very much interested and amused in the subsequent conversation. "I never expected to be sitting _here_," Teddie declared ingenuously. "But as I believe there is some talk of your visiting us at Hazelhurst, I don’t mind meeting you half-way." "Thank you," Mr. Desborough said drily. "As to what has brought me here," Teddie went on, "you may perhaps guess. I have only just learned from my sister, that she actually asked you for money with which to help me in my—in my private affairs." "What then?" Uncle Percival asked gruffly as Teddie paused. "What then?" his nephew repeated hotly. "You don’t suppose for a moment that I can sit down in that knowledge without making a protest, do you?" He regarded his uncle fiercely, and awaited an answer. "I don’t know, I am sure," Mr. Desborough replied at length. "I have forgotten how I should have felt at your age. I think I should have taken anything I could get." "I don’t believe you," Teddie rejoined warmly. "You may be a cantankerous old man, but I wouldn’t make myself out worse than I am if I were you." Mr. Desborough was about to expostulate angrily with Teddie on this somewhat intemperate expression, but when he had recovered sufficient breath for the purpose Teddie was, with bland indifference to his feelings, pursuing the conversation. "I shall, of course, pay it back with all the speed in my power," he said. "Unfortunately it is already spent, or you should have the very note back. But I won’t leave this house more in your debt than I can help." He rose, and, ransacking his pockets, produced four shillings and fivepence halfpenny, which he proceeded to place beside his uncle. Mr. Desborough had much ado not to break into a hearty laugh. He began to think that the young fellow was as pleasing in his way as his little favourite, Hazel. "Look you here, my boy," he returned, bent upon pacifying his irate nephew, "give an old man the pleasure of feeling he is of some use to his young relatives." "I can’t do it," Teddie declared, with, however, a softened mien, for he was touched by the unmistakable note of appeal in the old man’s voice; "but I am forced to accept what is already spent on the rent and on to-night’s dinner." "Ah!" Mr. Desborough exclaimed. "To-night’s dinner, eh? What are you going to have?"