Spennie Blunt, meanwhile, was not feeling happy. Out of his life, too, had the sunshine gone. His assets amounted to one pound seven and fourpence and he owed twenty pounds. He had succeeded, after dinner, in borrowing five pounds from Jimmy, who was in the mood when he would have lent five pounds to anybody who asked for it, but beyond that he had had no successes in the course of a borrowing tour among the of the abbey.  
In the of his bedroom, he sat down to smoke a last cigarette and think the thing over in all its aspects. He could see no way out of his difficulties. The thought had something of the dull of a toothache. It refused to leave him. If only this had happened at , he knew of twenty men who would have rallied round him, and placed portions of their fathers' money at his disposal. But this was July. He would not see Oxford again for months. And, in the meantime, Wesson would be pressing for his money.
 
"Oh, damn!" he said.
 
He had come to this conclusion for the fiftieth time, when the door opened, and his appeared in person. To Spennie, he looked like the embodiment of Fate, a sort of male .
 
"I want to have a talk with you, Spennie," said Wesson, closing the door.
 
"Well?"
 
Wesson lit a cigarette, and threw the match out of the window before replying.
 
"Look here, Spennie," he said, "I want to marry Miss McEachern."
 
Spennie was in no mood to listen to the love affairs of other men.
 
"Oh!" he said.
 
"Yes. And I want you to help me."
 
"Help you?"
 
"You must have a certain amount of influence with her. She's your sister."
 
"Stepsister."
 
"Same thing."
 
"Well, anyhow, it's no good coming to me. Nobody's likely to make Molly do a thing unless she wants to. I couldn't, if I tried for a year. We're good , and all that, but she'd shut me up like a knife if I went to her and said I wanted her to marry some one."
 
"Not being a perfect fool," said Wesson impatiently, "I don't suggest that you should do that."
 
"What's the idea, then?"
 
"You can easily talk about me to her. Praise me, and so on."
 
Spennie's eyes opened wide.
 
"Praise you? How?"
 
"Thanks," said Wesson, with a laugh. "If you can't think of any admirable qualities in me, you'd better invent some."
 
"I should feel such a silly ."
 
"That would be a new experience for you, wouldn't it? And then you can arrange it so that I shall get chances of talking to her. You can bring us together."
 
Spennie's eyes became rounder.
 
"You seem to have mapped out quite a programme for me."
 
"She'll listen to you. You can help me a lot."
 
"Can I?"
 
Wesson threw away his cigarette.............