you wouldn't keep on questioning me so."

"Well, I want to know," said Glyn quietly. "You don't speak out and
tell me, so I am obliged to ask."

"Well," said Singh gloomily, "I want to be open and tell you; but you
are such a queer fellow."

"Yes, I am," said Glyn, looking hard at his companion.

"Well, so you are," said Singh half-angrily; "and you are so fond of
finding fault with me and not liking what I do."

"I don't know that I should have minded your going to see Professor
Barclay," said Glyn slowly, "especially if you went with Mr Morris."

"No, you oughtn't to," cried Singh hastily. "Mr Morris said that it
would be a kindness to go and see the poor gentleman, for he is a
gentleman and a great scholar."

"So I suppose," said Glyn, "in Sanskrit."

"Yes; and he's very poor, and can't get an engagement, clever as he is;
and it seems very shocking for a gentleman to be so poor that he can't
pay his way, and we are so rich."

"Oh, I'm not," said Glyn, laughing.

"Yes, you are, while that poor fellow can hardly pay the rent of his
room, and he confessed to me--I didn't ask him--but he was so anxious to
tell me why he had not paid me that money back that--"

"Why, you haven't been lending him money, have you?" cried Glyn.

"Well--yes, a trifle. He called it lending; but when I heard from Mr
Morris how badly the poor fellow was off, of course I meant it as a
gift; but I couldn't tell a gentleman that it was to be so."

"Then you have been there before?"

"Yes, two or three times. Mr Morris said that it would be a kindness,
for the Professor sent me messages, begging me to go and see him, as he
has led such a lonely life among strangers, and he wanted to communicate
to me some very interesting discoveries he had made in the Hindustani
language."

"Oh," said Glyn slowly; "and did he ask you to lend him money each time
you went?"

"Well, not quite. He somehow let it out how poor he was, and I felt
quite hot and red to think of him being in such a condition; and Mr
Morris, too, gave me a sort of hint that a trifle would be acceptable to
him. And there, that's all. Why do you want to keep on bothering about
it?"

"Mr Morris took you there, and talked to you like that?"

"Yes, yes, yes," cried Singh petulantly. "I told you so."

"And did he say something to you about Hindustani and Sanskrit?"

"Yes. But there, let's talk about something else."

"Directly," said Glyn. "And did he read the l