“Once more, so am I. At the present moment I am free. Let me have my liberty to begin life over again honestly, repentantly, and with the earnest desire to redeem the past. Will you let me have that?”
“Of course—of course, dear.”
“Then say no more to me about communicating with home.”
Louise was silent gain, beaten once more by her brother’s arguments in her desire to see him redeem the past.
“Harry,” she said at last, after her brother had been standing with his cheek pressed against the window pane, looking down the street in search of the expected visitor.
“Well?”
“Has it ever occurred to you that Mr Pradelle is trying to keep us here?”
“Absurd!”
“No; I feel sure it is so, and that he does not want us to go away. Let me take my bracelets and necklet to one of those places where they buy jewellery or lend money.”
“You?”