“Yes, but I shouldn't like to get them into a scrape,” repeated Louis, uneasily.
“Why don't you tell your friend Hamilton of it, and ask his advice?”
“Oh, Clifton! surely you know that Hamilton won't speak to me.”
“No, I didn't,” said Clifton, in a tone of surprise. “Why not? he used to be so fond of you.”
“He's offended now,” replied Louis, looking down.
“He doesn't like me, I know,” said Charles; “but he used to be so very fond of you.”
“Used—that's long ago,” said Louis, with a suppressed sigh.
“Well, but,” remarked Clifton, without showing the least curiosity to discover the cause of Louis' quarrel with Hamilton, “if you can't consult him, ask your brother.”
“I know very well what Reginald would do; he wouldn't think it right to tell of them, or of her either.”
“Then, Louis, make up your own mind.”