“Lend me half then. I’ll manage with that.”
For answer Harry thrust his hand into his pocket and took out all he had.
“What, all?” said Pradelle, as he took the money.
There was no reply.
“Once more. Will you come?”
Silence!
“Then I’m off.”
Harry Vine stood gazing at vacancy, and once more tried to see his own path in the future, but all was dark.
One thing he did know, and that was that his path did not run side by side with Victor Pradelle’s. His sister’s words still rang in his ears; her kisses seemed yet to be clinging to his lips.
“No,” he said at last, moodily; “I’ll face what there is to come alone. No,” he groaned, “I could not face it, I dare not.”