Frank's trouser-pockets bulged and jingled a good deal as they started--he had drawn all his remaining money in gold from the bank--and they bulged and jingled considerably less as the two returned to tea in Jesus Lane.
There, on the table, he spread out the coins.

He had bought some tobacco, and two or three other things that afternoon, and the total amounted now but to twelve pounds nineteen shillings and fourpence.
"Call it thirteen pounds," said Frank.

"There's many a poor man--" "Don't be a damned fool!" said Jack.
"I'm being simply prudent," said Frank.

"A contented heart--" Jack thrust a cup of tea and the buttered buns before him.
* * * * * These two were as nearly brothers as possible, in everything but blood.
Their homes lay within ten miles of one another.

They had gone to a private school together, to Eton, and to Trinity.