‘You would like to spend the vacation in Ireland,’ said Honor, with some disappointment. ‘Well, if you go for my pleasure, it is but fair you should have your own. Shall I advance your September allowance?’
‘Thank you. You do spoil one abominably, you concoction of honey and all things sweet. But the fact is, I’ve got uncommonly hard-up of late; no one would believe how ruinous it is being with the Charterises. I believe money evaporates in the atmosphere.’
‘Betting?’ asked Honor, gasping and aghast.
‘On my honour, I assure you not there,’ cried Owen, eagerly, ‘I never did bet there but once, and that was Lolly’s doing; and I could not get out of it. Jew that she is! I wonder what Uncle Kit would say to that house now.’
‘You are out of it, and I shall not regret the purchase of your disgust at their ways, Owen. It may be better for you to be in Ireland than to be tempted to go to them for the shooting season. How much do you want? You know, my dear, if there be anything else, I had rather pay anything that is right than have you in debt.’
‘You were always the sweetest, best Honey living!’ cried Owen, with much agitation; ‘and it is a shame—’ but there he stopped, and ended in a more ordinary tone—‘shame to prey on you, as we both do, and with no better return.’
‘Never mind, dear Owen,’ she said, with moisture in her eye; ‘your real happiness is the only return I want. Come, tell me your difficulty; most likely I can help you.’
‘I’ve nothing to tell,’ said Owen, with alarmed impetuosity; ‘only that I’m a fool, like every one else, and—and—if you would only double that—’
‘Double that! Owen, things cannot be right.’
‘I told you they were not right,’ was the impatient answer, ‘or I should not be vexing you and myself; and,’ as though to