"
"Of course I will, old chap." Radmore looked hard into the young man's
moody, troubled face, and came to a certain conclusion. Doubtless Enid
Crofton had given Jack his dismissal, and the foolish fellow was going to
pour it all out. He felt he was in for a disagreeable, not to say
painful, half hour. Few people of a kindly disposition even reach the age
Radmore had reached without having had more than one such talk with a
young man crossed in love.
As soon as they settled themselves down, each with his pipe, in front
of the drawing-room fire, Jack began, speaking obviously with a great
effort, and yet with a directness and honesty which the older man
admired:--
"Look here, Godfrey? It's no use beating about the bush. I want to know
if you can lend me L500, and I want to say at once that I don't know when
I shall be able to pay you back. Still, I shall be able to pay you
interest. I suppose one pays the bank rate? I don't know anything about
those things. Of course, you may ask why don't I go to my father, but--"
Radmore stopped him. "It's all right, old chap. I'll give you a cheque
this evening before we go to bed."
"I say--" Jack turned round.
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