"I never did—"
"You've been rooking this boy for months," cried Miss Qian. "Here, Tempest, get a constable. We'll give him in charge for swindling."
"No! no!" cried Hay, his nerve giving way under the threatened exposure; "you'll have your money back, Sandal, I swear."
"Lord George to you now, you blackguard; and how can you pay me the money when I know you haven't got a cent?"
"He intends to get it from the heiress," sniggered Aurora.
"Oh, dear me!" rose the plaintive voice of the sheep-dog, "what is it, Aurora? Anything wrong?"
"We've caught Hay cheating, that's all, and the police—"
"Oh, Aurora, don't bring up the police."
"No, don't," said Hay, who was now trembling. "I'll do whatever you like. Don't show me up—I'm—I'm going to be married soon."
"No, you sha'n't marry," cried Tempest, sharply; "I'll see this girl myself and save her from you."