“But it’s a dreadful alternative, and a most discreditable proceeding. It’s direct robbery.”
“Nothing of the sort.”
“Oh, yes, it is—there’s no denying it.”
“Well, suppose it is, what does it matter. You are not bound to know anything about it—nobody is bound to do so. Don’t you be concerned about the matter; it’s right enough.”
“Right! I think it’s very wrong, sinful, and wicked.”
“Ah, that all depends upon the way you look at these things. I see no harm in it—not a morsel of harm. However, it’s done, and done to save you.”
“I know that, and am, of course, duly grateful; but it is a terrible alternative.”
“There was no other left, as I could see, and it was the wisest course. Any way, it makes you safe, and that’s all I care about.”
The conversation was cut short by the sudden and unexpected entrance of Dr. Bourne into the room in which his wife and the gipsy were seated.
They were both astonished, and not a little alarmed at his appearance.