“Yes; for the chain?”
“Oh, for the chain,” said Pradelle, who kept his eyes fixed on Louise. “Nothing, old fellow.”
“Nothing?”
“Haven’t taken it to the right place, yet.”
“And you promised to. Look here, what do you mean?”
“What do I mean? Well, I like that. Hear him, Miss Louy? What a fellow he is! Here have I got him into decent apartments, where he is safe as the bank, when if he had depended upon himself he would have taken you to some slum where you would have been stopped and the police have found you out.”
“You promised to pledge those things for me.”
“Of course I did, and so I will. Why, if you had been left to yourself, who would have taken you in without a reference?”
“Never mind that,” said Harry, so angrily that Louise rose, went to his side, and laid her hand upon his arm. “If you don’t want to help me, say so.”
“If I don’t want to help you! Why, look here, Miss Louy, I appeal to you. Haven’t I helped him again and again? Haven’t I lent him money, and acted as a friend should?”