But the effect upon Faradeane was more marked than upon others.
He sprang to his feet and regarded Olivia with a horrified gaze.
“To save your father—Mr. Vanley? He was in debt? Mr. Bradstone offered to assist him?”
“Yes,” came the reply, dropping like an icicle from the pale, set lips. “He gave me the money.”
The squire moaned.
“I—I—before God I knew, I guessed nothing of this!” he exclaimed in accents of misery.
“Silence!”
“My father knew nothing,” said Olivia, and she reached down, and put out her hand to him over the box.
“Have you that money still?”
Olivia started.