And she bowed her face upon her hands, and swayed herself to and fro in the bitterest grief and humiliation.
The earl regarded her a little while, and then said, gently, "My friend, are you not making for yourself a heavy burden out of a very light matter?"
"A light matter? But you do not see—you can not understand."
"I think I can."
"It is not so much the thing itself—the fact of my son's being so mean, so dishonest as to run into debt, when he knows I hate it—that I have cause to hate it, and to shrink from it as I would from—But this is idle talking. I see you smile. You do not know all the—the dreadful past."
"My dear, I do know—every thing you could tell me—and more."
"Then can not you see what I dread? The first false step—the fatal beginning, of which no one can foresee the end? I must prevent it. I must snatch my poor boy like a brand from the burning. I shall go to Edinburg myself to-morrow. I would start this very day if could leave my father."
"You can not possibly leave your father," said the ear, gently but decisively. "Sit down, Helen. You must keep quiet."
For she was in a state of excitement such as, since her widowed days, had never been betrayed by Helen Bruce.
"These debts must be paid, and immediately. The bare thought of them nearly drives me wild. But you shall not pay—do not think it," she added, almost fiercely. "See what my son himself says—and thank God he had the grace to say it—that I am on no account to go to you; that he 'will turn writer's clerk, or tutor, or any thing, rather than encroach farther on Lord Cairnforth's generosity.'."