Now, our Mr. Lewis Nathan spoke exceedingly good English, and small as is the part he plays in this fiction, it is quite worth while that he should be faithfully represented.
[CHAPTER VII.]
MARGARET TAKES THE HELM.
We now come to the day when Mr. Hart discovered the Silver Flagon, and met once more his old friend, Mr. Weston.
Mr. Hart rushed into the room where Lucy and Margaret were sitting, and blurted out the news most interesting to Margaret. He had found the Silver Flagon; he had been to the house, and had seen Philip's father, without, however, saying a word of Philip or Margaret.
"That can be done to-morrow or the next day," he said; "it is a matter that requires delicate handling."
"I think," said Margaret slowly, "that we will wait a little while before we go to him."
"No, no," exclaimed Mr. Hart, "we will go to-morrow. My child, it is for your good. Delays are dangerous. Ah, I know well how dangerous they are!"
This with a tender look at his daughter.
"We don't know how he will receive us," persisted Margaret.