“Go up to town, and save what I can out of the wreck.”
“But, father, it must be a false report. Wait till we hear from Clive. He will be back soon.”
The Major shook his head.
“Perhaps not.”
“But I am sure. What evidence have you but this letter—these reports?”
“The telegram last night. His agitation on receiving these guarded words. I’ll agree, my dear, that the poor fellow meant honourably by us, but he is ruined as well as I. Dinah, my dear, you must be firm. So must I.”
“And you will go?”
“Directly.”
“Take me too, father,” said Dinah excitedly.
“Impossible. No; wait patiently. I must go and see the brokers at once, you see, you know there is no other course open.”