But chuck it, if you can." Paul held his hand for a while.

Then his left hand dived into his waistcoat pocket and, taking the place of his right, thrust three sovereigns into Wilmer's palm.

"For the kiddies," said he.
Wilmer looked at the coins in his palm, and then at Paul, and the tears spurted.

"I can't, my boy.

You must be as broke as any of us--you--half salary--no, my boy, I can't.