“You will not mind my brother’s manner to you?” she said earnestly.
“Not I,” replied Pacey bluffly. “He’s mad against Dale, naturally. Wouldn’t be a good brother if he were not. I’m mad against him, and get worse; every day.”
“But tell me now—what news have you for me?” Pacey looked at her with pitying thoughtfulness, and then said gravely—
“You have trusted me thoroughly since the first day we met, and made me your friend.”
“Completely,” she said earnestly.
“And a friend would be nothing unless sincere.”
“No.”
“I have no news, then, that is good.”
Cornel sighed, and rested her head upon her hand.
“Can nothing be done?” she said at last. “Oh! it is too dreadful to let his whole career be blasted like this! Mr Pacey, you are his friend; pray, pray, help me! Tell me what to do.”