“Anything you like, Louy, only don’t let them know at home—yet, and don’t leave me. If you did I should break down at once.”
“Then will you be guided by me?”
“Yes.”
“And take these jewels yourself and raise money?”
“Yes; but it is too late now.”
Louise glanced at the window, and in her ignorance of such matters half felt the truth of his words.
“Then to-morrow you will do as I wish?”
“Yes, to-morrow,” he said wearily.
“Put not off until to-morrow—” said Louise softly to herself; and she stood watching her brother as he sat with bended head, weak, broken, and despairing, in the gathering gloom.