To take any step of that sort now would be ruinous; my friend would be cut off with a shilling, if the affair came to his father's ears." "So this is how we stand," said Warburton, grimly.

"It's all over." Sherwood laid on the table a number of bank-notes, saying simply: "There's two hundred and sixty pounds--the result of the sale of my furniture and things.

Will you use that and trust me a little longer ?" Warburton writhed in his chair.
"What have you to live upon ?" he asked with eyes downcast.
"Oh, I shall get on all right.

I've one or two ideas." "But this is all the money you have ?" "I've kept about fifty pounds," answered the other, "out of which I can pay my debts--they're small--and the rent of my house for this quarter." Warburton pushed back the notes.
"I can't take it--you know I can't." "You must." "How the devil are you going to live ?" cried Will, in exasperation.
"I shall find a way," replied Sherwood with an echo of his old confident tone.

"I need a little time to look about me, that's all, There's a relative of mine, an old fellow who lives comfortably in North Wales, and who invites me down every two or three years.