She told him the story of her legacy, only forbearing to speak of the condition attached to it.
'Will you let me lend it you, Mr. Bunce?'
'No, I'm sure I shan't, Miss Nancarrow. You'll have plenty of use for that yourself.'
'Look here, Nelly!' The child was listening to this remarkable dialogue, and trying to understand. 'Tell your father he's to do just what I want. If he doesn't, I'll never speak again neither to you nor Jacky. Now, I mean it.'
'Please father,' said Nelly, 'do what Miss Nancarrow wants.'
Bunce kept his face half averted. He was at a dire pass.
'Well, Mr. Bunce?'
'That's all nonsense!' he exclaimed. 'How can I tell that I should ever be able to pay you back?'
'So you won't?'
'Of course I can't. It's just like you to offer, but of course I can't.'