"I know we have not," answered his mother, "but what we may be without, it is possible that I might secure."
"I do not understand," said Jingles.
"I think," said Mrs. Saltren, "that it is proper the money paid by the railway company for Chillacot should be put into the bank in my name and not in yours."
"I have already told you, mother," said Giles, "that I will not touch it myself. I consider it yours, not mine."
"But I have not the disposal of it."
"Indeed, mother, you have; it is entered in your name, not in mine, already. I have no account at the bank at all."
"How can you talk nonsense," said Mrs. Saltren; "you have all your savings—quite a fortune—which you got at the Park whilst tutor to young Giles."
"My dear mother, I had not the time to accumulate a fortune. I was tutor there for eighteen months, and what I saved was a hundred and twenty-five pounds, and that sum is already disposed of."
"Disposed of! what have you done with it?"
"I have purchased an annuity for some one."
"For whom? for me?"
"No, mother, not for you. You have the purchase money of Chillacot."
"For whom then? I insist on knowing."
"For a man who has been crippled, and is unable to earn his livelihood."
"What nonsense! What absurd fit of heroic charity has come over you? Since you went to town in that strange, hurried fashion at the time of your father's death, you have been altered from what you were before, as different as canister beef from that which is fresh from the ox."
Giles said nothing in self-defence.
"But I insist on knowing on whom you have thrown this money away."
