And, now I think of it, this Robert Penfold is in want of money.

Did he not ask me for a loan of two thousand pounds?
Was not that the very sum?
Can't you answer me?
Why, the application came through you." Receiving no reply from his son, but a sort of agonized stare, he took out his pencil and wrote down Robert Penfold's address.

This he handed the bill-broker, and gave him some advice in a whisper, which Mr.
Christopher Adams received with a profusion of thanks, and bustled away, leaving Wardlaw senior excited and indignant, Wardlaw junior ghastly pale and almost stupefied.
Scarcely a word was spoken for some minutes, and then the younger man broke out suddenly: "Robert Penfold is the best friend I ever had; I should have been expelled but for him, and I should never have earned that Testamur but for him." The old merchant interrupted him.

"You exaggerate.

But, to tell the truth, I am sorry now I did not lend him the money you asked for.