“De Saldar,” added Jack. “In Britain none were worthy found.”
Harry gave a long whistle.
“Leave at once,” said Evan to Susan. “Whatever you may want send to me for. And when you think you can meet your parents, I will take you to them. Remember that is what you must do.”
“Make her give up that stupidness of hers, about being made a lady of, Mr. Harrington,” said the inveterate Polly.
Susan here fell a-weeping.
“I would go, sir,” she said. “I’m sure I would obey you: but I can’t. I can’t go back to the inn. They’re beginning to talk about me, because—because I can’t—can’t pay them, and I’m ashamed.”
Evan looked at Harry.
“I forgot,” the latter mumbled, but his face was crimson. He put his hands in his pockets. “Do you happen to have a note or so?” he asked.
Evan took him aside and gave him what he had; and this amount, without inspection or reserve, Harry offered to Susan. She dashed his hand impetuously from her sight.
“There, give it to me,” said Polly. “Oh, Mr. Harry! what a young man you are!”