“Nonsense! Don’t talk to me now.”
“I must, Harry. You must act, and decisively.”
“What do you mean?”
“Either you must raise money at once, and go right from here—”
He looked up sharply.
“No, I do not mean that,” she said sadly. “I will not leave you till you are fit to leave; but you must either act as I advise at once, or I shall do what I think best.”
“What do you mean?”
“Write to our father to come and help us, for you are too weak and broken down to protect me.”
“Louy!” he cried excitedly; “I am not so weak as you think. I will act; I will take your advice.”
“And get rid of this Mr Pradelle?”