GENTLEMAN VERSCHOYLE. CHAPTER I. "MAURICE," Hope said rather timidly, one evening, "do you know you have not given me any money this quarter; have you any for me now?" Maurice was sitting back in his chair, holding a newspaper before his face; he had not moved, nor had his paper rustled since he first seated himself. "No? Oh, Maurice! How is it? You generally give it to me on the tenth, and now it is the sixteenth." Hope's voice sounded a little plaintive, and by it Maurice was unconsciously irritated. VOL. III. B |