“And while you are succeeding, poor Tiny is to be sacrificed?”
“Oh no; not so bad as that. I don’t despair of seeing Dick back at Penreife, and your dear sister its mistress.”
“Then I do,” cried Pin, bitterly; “for she’s drifting into a state of melancholy, and will let them persuade her to do what they wish. She thinks Richard has given her up, and deceived her; and soon she won’t care whether she lives or dies.”
“But, Fin—” said Pratt.
“Miss Rea, if you please, Mr Pratt,” said the girl, formally.
“Don’t be hard on me,” he pleaded. “I’m trying my best, and if I can only get some one to speak, I shall have the whole thing at my finger’s ends.”
“Then the sooner you do the better,” said Fin, sharply. “Good-bye.”
“One moment, dear,” whispered Pratt.
“Well, what is it?” said Fin.
“Give me one kind look, you beautiful little darling,” whispered Pratt.