Tempest had openly insulted him during the term, and yet here he was helping his enemy out of a very tight place.

I knew he was well off, so probably he could afford the L5; but at the end of the term pocket-money was not a plentiful commodity.

He said nothing about being paid back, too; surely he did not mean to make Tempest a free gift of this magnificent amount! The more I thought it over the more I felt Crofter was a brick, and had been scandalously misunderstood.

He seemed to me a true type of the virtuous man, who, when struck on one cheek, turns the other, and when robbed of his coat offers his cloak too.

I only hoped Tempest might know what he owed him.