The Dust of Conflict

"Can you lend me ten pounds?" he said.

"No," said Appleby dryly. "I had to venture an odd stake now and then, and do not play billiards well, while I am now in possession of about three sovereigns over my railway fare home to-morrow. What do you want the money for?"

"I only want it until the bank at Darsley opens to-morrow. This is my uncle's house, of course, but I am, so to speak, running it for him, and I couldn't well go round borrowing from the men I asked to stay with me."

"It seems to me that you have not answered my question."

Tony showed more than a trace of embarrassment. He was, though a personable man, somewhat youthful in appearance and manner, and a little color crept into his forehead. Appleby, who remembered his promise, saw his discomposure, and decided that as th