’Freelygranted，’saidClennam，wavinghishandwithoutraisinghissunkenhead。’Saynomore。Iamnotworthit。’
’Thisfurniture，sir，’saidYoungJohninavoiceofmildandsoftexplanation，’belongstome。Iaminthehabitoflettingitouttopartieswithoutfurniture，thathavetheroom。Itan’tmuch，butit’satyourservice。Free，Imean。Icouldnotthinkoflettingyouhaveitonanyotherterms。You’rewelcometoitfornothing。’
Arthurraisedhisheadagaintothankhim，andtosayhecouldnotacceptthefavour。Johnwasstillturninghiswrist，andstillcontendingwithhimselfinhisformerdividedmanner。
’Whatisthematterbetweenus？’saidArthur。
’Ideclinetonameit，sir，’returnedYoungJohn，suddenlyturningloudandsharp。’Nothing’sthematter。’