This was a finishing touch surely, and I, if any one, felt myself the criminal.
"This letter, addressed to me, but containing a bill for more than two pounds owing by you, part of it since last term, has been left at my house--I presume by the tradesman to whom it is due.

Come here and look at it, Tempest." Tempest obeyed.
"Is it a fact that you are in debt to this extent ?" "Yes, sir--more." "You are aware--" Here I could stand it no longer, but sprang to my feet and shouted,-- "Please, sir, it's my fault!" Everybody turned to me in amazement, as well they might.
"Your fault, Jones iv. ?--come forward and explain." "I mean," said or rather shouted I, speaking while I walked up the room, "it's my fault you got that bill, sir.

I don't know how you got it, but it wasn't meant to get to you, really.

I must have dropped it.

I--I-- was going--to try--to get it paid for him, sir.