“Hard up, are you?”
“My dear Hastings, I don’t mind telling you that I’m at my wit’s end for money.”
“Couldn’t your brother help you?”
“Lawrence? He’s gone through every penny he ever had, publishing rotten verses in fancy bindings. No, we’re an impecunious lot. My mother’s always been awfully good to us, I must say. That is, up to now. Since her marriage, of course–-” he broke off, frowning.
For the first time I felt that,
“Hard up, are you?”
“My dear Hastings, I don’t mind telling you that I’m at my wit’s end for money.”
“Couldn’t your brother help you?”
“Lawrence? He’s gone through every penny he ever had, publishing rotten verses in fancy bindings. No, we’re an impecunious lot. My mother’s always been awfully good to us, I must say. That is, up to now. Since her marriage, of course–-” he broke off, frowning.
For the first time I felt that,
