“Yes.”
“She don’t know her own mind, that’s about it,” continued Pradelle; “and a word from you might do a deal.”
“Got any money, Vic?”
“Now there’s a mean sort of a question to ask a friend! Have I got any money? As if a man must be made of money before he may look at his old chum’s sister.”
“I wasn’t thinking about her, but of something else,” said Harry hastily.
“Ah, well, I wasn’t; but look there!”
“What at?” said Harry, whose eyes were shut, and his thoughts far away.
“Them. They’re going for a walk. Why. Hal, old chap, they saw us come down here.”
Harry started into wakefulness, and realised the fact that his sister and Madelaine Van Heldre were passing before them, but down by the water’s edge.
“Let’s follow them,” said Pradelle eagerly.