"How much do you owe?" went on Roland.

"Oh, a twenty-pound note would pay my debts, and leave me something out
of it," said Arthur, in a joking tone. The fact was, that he did not
owe a shilling to any one. "Jenkins, do you know what I am to set about
next?" he continued; "I have filled in this lease."

Jenkins was beginning to look amidst some papers at his elbow, in
answer to the appeal; but at that moment Mr. Galloway entered, and
despatched Arthur to get a cheque cashed at the bank.





CHAPTER VI.


LADY AUGUSTA YORKE AT HOME.

"If you don't put away that trash, Caroline, and go upstairs and
practise, I'll make you go! Strewing the table in that manner! Look
what a pickle the room is in!"

The words came from Lady Augusta Yorke, a tall, dark woman, with high
cheek-bones; and they were spoken at a height that might not have been
deemed orthodox at court. Miss Caroline Yorke, a young demoiselle, with
a "net" that was more frequently off her head than on it, slip-shod
shoes, and untidy stockings, had placed a quantity of mulberry leaves