"I was very glad to do it. Oh, it's nothing. I can trust old John, you know."
"Yes; he'll pay you back. Still it was good of you." She lifted her eyes to his. "He knows, Frank," she said.
"The devil he does!" Caylesham was startled and smiled wryly.
"I don't know why I told you that. I suppose I had to talk to somebody. Yes; Harriet Courtland told him—you remember she knew? He made her angry by lecturing her about Tom, and she told him."
"He knows, by Jove, does he?" He pulled at his moustache; she pressed his arm lightly. "But, I say, he's taken the money!" He looked at her in a whimsical perplexity.
"So you may imagine what it is to me."
"But he's taken the money!"
"How could he refuse it? It would have meant ruin. Oh, he didn't know when he sent me to you—he'd never have done that."
"But he knew when he kept it?"
"Yes, he knew then. He couldn't let it go when once he'd got it, you see. Poor old John!"