"The labour we delight in don’t show on our reports, old man.  Anyway, you’ve got a tenner.  Better an aunt in England than a pater in India. The old boy’s all right, of course; I don’t blame him, but that old mummy of a solicitor who manages things here.  He’ll pay Mother Trenchard’s weekly bills on the nail, but he won’t send me another penny till next quarter day; theory is, teach me economy, as if any man could come through the summer term with a pocketful of money! The wonder is I’ve got fivepence halfpenny plus seven bob."