Kennyfeck shook his head gravely, but without speaking. “I pray you, sir,” said Roland, in a voice of hardly suppressed passion, “keep pantomime for another moment, or a keener interpreter of it, and condescend, in plain English, to answer me my last question.” “There is no difficulty with Bigger and Swain, sir,” said Kennyfeck, as his cheek grew slightly red. “They will neither be pressing for a settlement, nor exacting when making it; besides, you have not overdrawn very heavily, After all.” “Overdrawn, said you?--did you say overdrawn, Mr. Kennyfeck?” “Yes, sir. In the account last forwarded, your debit was eleven thousand four hundred and forty pounds; since that you have drawn--but not for any large amount.” “Overdrawn!” repeated Cashel, as though his thoughts had never wandered beyond the first shock of that fact; then rallying into something like his habitual easy humor, he said, “I am, I need not tell you, the stupidest man of business that ever breathed, so pray forgive me if I ask you once more if I understood you aright, that I have not only expended all the money I owned in these people's hands, but actually had contracted a debt to them?” “That is the case, sir,” said Kennyfeck, gravely. A deep groan broke from Cashel, and he sat silent and still. “I would wish to observe, sir,” said Kennyfeck, who was shocked at the alteration a few moments had made in the young man's countenance--“I would wish to observe, sir, that if you desire a sum of money for any purpose--”