Burgo went on, and made his way into the house in Grosvenor Square, by some means probably unknown to his aunt, and certainly unknown to his uncle. He emptied his pockets as he got into bed, and counted a roll of notes which he had kept in one of them. There were still a hundred and thirty pounds left. Lady Glencora had promised that she would see him again. She had said as much as that quite distinctly. But what use would there be in that if all his money should then be gone? He knew that the keeping of money in his pocket was to him quite an impossibility. Then he thought of his aunt. What should he say to his aunt if he saw her in the course of the coming day? Might it not be as well for him to avoid his aunt altogether?

He made his way into the house in Grosvenor Square, by some means unknown to his aunt. He emptied his pockets as he got into bed, and counted a roll of notes in one of them. There were still a hundred and thirty pounds left. Lady Glencora had promised that she would see him again. But what use would that be if all his money should then be gone? He knew that keeping money was impossible for him.
Then he thought of his aunt. What should he say to her the next day? Might it not be as well to avoid her altogether?
