‘No, I had rather die. I will never go bankrupt—never!’
Harrison began to laugh, and then turned stonily solemn as he met a pair of reproachful grey eyes.
‘It strikes me that you have not done much at this game, Crosse.’
‘Never before—and by Heaven, never again!’
‘You take it much too hard. When I spoke of an alternative, I never dreamed of bankruptcy. All you have to do is to sell your stock to-morrow morning, and pay the difference.’
‘Can I do that?’
‘Rather. Why not?’
‘What would the difference be?’
Harrison took an evening paper from his pocket. ‘We deal in rails chiefly, and I don’t profess to keep in touch with the mining market. We’ll find the quotation here. By Jove!’ He whistled between his teeth.
‘Well!’ said Frank, and felt his wife’s little warm palm fall upon his hand under the table.