“All right, lad. I’ll go now; and you get him out, Miss Louy, do. It’s the best thing for him.”
Harry made an impatient gesture, and threw himself in a chair.
“You shall do as you like, and I’ll raise all the money for you that I can,” said Pradelle, rising to go; “but take things more coolly. Good-bye, old boy.”
“Good-bye,” said Harry, shaking hands limply.
“Good-bye,” said Pradelle, as Harry turned away to rest his aching head upon his hand.
“Miss Louy!”
He gave his head a jerk towards the door, and Louise rose and followed him.
“Come outside,” he whispered. “I want to speak to you.”
“Mr Pradelle can say what he has to say here.”
“But it’s about him.”