“Yes, with all his sham cynicism and silly whims, the old man is shrewd, and can help when he likes. Uncle Luke?”
Chapter Twenty Seven.
A Brother’s Appeal.
Louise Vine stood trembling in her own room, listening till she heard the door close, and Duncan Leslie’s step on the gravel. Her agitation was terrible, and in place of being clear-headed and ready to act in this emergency, she felt as if her brain was in a turmoil of contending emotions. Indignation on her brother’s behalf, anger against Leslie for his announcement, and another form of anger which she could not define struggled with a desire to go to her brother’s help, and at last she placed her hands to her head and pressed them there.
“What shall I do?” she panted.
“Louise, Louise, my child!”
It was Aunt Marguerite’s voice, and there was a sharp tapping on the panel of the door after the handle had been turned.
“Louise, my child, unlock this door.”