I have had my lesson.

By Jove, I have." Walter Hine traveled to Waterloo and drove straight to the office of Mr.Jarvice.
"I owe some money," he began, bleating the words out the moment he was ushered into the inner office.
Mr.Jarvice grinned.
"This interview is concluded," he said.

"There's the door." "I owe it to a friend, Captain Barstow," Hine continued, in desperation.
"A thousand pounds.

He has written for it.

He says that debts of honor between gentlemen--" But he got no further, for Mr.Jarvice broke in upon his faltering explanations with a snarl of contempt.
"Barstow! You poor little innocent.