'Oh, don't look like that,' the girl prayed. 'I shall bring him back to you.'
She was on her knees by Vida's chair. The fixed abstraction went out of the older face, but it was very cold as she began—
'You would be impertinent—if—you weren't a romantic child. You can't bring him back.'
'Yes, yes, he——'
'No. But'—Vida looked deep into the candid eyes—'there is something you can do——'
'What?'
'Bring him to a point where he recognizes that he is in our debt.'
'In our debt?'
Vida nodded. 'In debt to Women. He can't repay the one he robbed.'
Jean winced at that. The young do not know that nothing but money can ever be paid back.