“That of course!”
“I came because I would do nothing underhand!”
“What are you going to do next, then?”
“I am going to tell Mr. Shotover, or Admiral Marway—I haven’t yet made up my mind which.”
“What are you going to tell them?”
“That old Lewin has given you three months to get engaged to Miss Shotover, or take the consequences of not being able to pay what you owe him.”
“And you don’t count it underhand to carry such a tale?”
“I do not. It would have been if I hadn’t told you first. I would tell Miss Shotover, only, if she be anything of a girl, she wouldn’t believe me.”
“I should think not! Come, come, be reasonable! I always thought you a good sort of fellow, though I was rough on you, I confess. There! take the money, and leave me my chance.”
“No. I will save the lady if I can. She shall at least know the sort of man you are.”