"Lord Downside may even yet find a human heart in him," said Glengall, watching her seriously.
"Lord Downside—who turned him into the street, wet and hungry, to meet almost his death!" cried Pain, with an angry sob. 'The tender mercies of the wicked.' I shall always think of Lord Downside when I hear that."
"You look as if you needed a change yourself, Pam."
The deep-sunk eyes looked at her with an anxious tenderness, but Pamela did not notice.
"I shall pull up now," she said. "Carrickmoyle in summer is good enough for anyone."
"But the winter, Pam—the winter?"
"Let us forget the winter for a little while," answered Pamela, surprised at his insistence.
"I am very rich, Pam," he said, and then stopped.
"Ah! that is what you are aiming at," said Pam, looking up at him with repentant affection; "and I was feeling cross with you because you wouldn't let the winter be."
"He won't mind taking—a loan—from his old friend? At interest, if he likes. Eh, Pam?"