“All right; never mind; I understand. If you had the ready, you wouldn’t be hanging about here; but for all that, I must have the cash. Hang it all, I signed bills to that amount payable to Verminet. Do you know the fellow?”
“Not at all.”
“Where were you dragged up? Why, he is the head of the Mutual Loan Society. The only nuisance is, that to make matters run a bit smooth, I wrote down the wrong name. Do you tumble, eh?”
“But, great heavens! that is forgery,” said Andre, aghast.
“Not a bit, for I always intended to pay; besides, I wanted the money to square Van Klopen. You know him, I suppose?”
“No.”
“Well, he is the chap to dress a girl. I had those costumes for Zora from him; but it is out and out the governor’s fault. Why did he drive me to desperation? Yes, it is all the old man’s doing. He wasn’t satisfied with pitching into me, but he collared that poor, helpless lamb and shut her up. She never did him any harm, and I call it a right down cowardly and despicable act to hurt Zora.”
“Zora,” repeated Andre, who did not recognize the name.
“Yes, Zora; you know; you had a feed with us one day.”
“Yes, yes; you mean Rose.”