“Then I will ask him. The poor fool will think it will please you, and lend it directly. I’ll make it a hundred whilst I’m about it.”
“Harry!”
“Too late now,” he cried, and he hurried away.
“Oh!” ejaculated Louise, as she stood gazing after him with her cheeks burning. “No,” she said, after a pause; “It was only a threat; he would not dare.”
“Harry gone to his office?” said Vine, entering the room.
“Yes, dear.”
“Mr Pradelle gone too?”
“Yes, dear; fishing, I think.”
“Hum. Makes this house quite his home.”
“Yes, papa! and do you think we are doing right?”