“I know!” she cried.
“You—you know?”
“Yes, I see it all now; and why this charge has been made. It was Mr Pradelle.”
“Pradelle!”
“And that is why he left so suddenly. Harry, my poor brother!”
“Let Pradelle be,” he said huskily. “I’m not going to hide behind another man.”
“Oh! But, Harry!”
“Look here,” he said uneasily; “I want your help, and you do nothing but talk.”
“I will be silent; but tell me it is not true.”
“Do you want me to make matters worse by telling some paltry lie?” he said. “Yes; it is true.”