"Something must be said to Mr. Percival, Raymond, about the money. He said he would wait till Christmas, but not longer. Shall I write to him?"
"Oh no; don't remind him of it. I see him every day, and he can ask me if he chooses."
But Salome was not to be satisfied. "As I promised to do something about it by Christmas, I must tell him how it is."
"How what is?"
"Why, Raymond, I thought, I hoped I might get something for some work I did, and then I could have paid Mr. Percival half perhaps."
"Oh, you must not ask. I will tell you some day perhaps."
"Don't bother yourself, Sal. Percival can wait. He is all right now with me, and I think he is a good fellow after all. I want awfully to get to St. Clair's for Christmas. He has asked me, which is awfully kind of him. You remember he was the fellow who travelled with us on that wretched journey."
"Yes, I remember; but I don't think you can go, Raymond. It is such a long journey for two days."
"I shall ask for an extra day. Old Warde is very civil to me now. It is better to keep up with friends worth having, like St. Clair. Mother thinks so."