Kenwyne laughed, and nodded toward the open window, through which they heard the sound of cheerful whistling approaching them along the trail.
"I suspect that's Broadwood now," he said.
"Well, I must be going. I will call for the check to-morrow."
Gerald left as Broadwood entered.
"I can guess what he wanted. He was at my place," Broadwood said, as he took the seat Gerald had vacated.
"Ah! I'll wager he didn't go away empty-handed," Kenwyne smiled.
"Perhaps I'm betraying a confidence in admitting it. Anyway, I felt that one ought to help him for the family's sake, lest he get into worse trouble; and I could afford the loan. Since I married I've been making some money. But I want to ask you about this Harding. What kind of fellow is he?"
"I like what I've seen of him. Why?"
"Effie has been talking about his sister. Seemed to think it was unkind to leave the girl alone—in want, perhaps, of odds and ends a woman could supply. I think she has made up her mind to go see her."
"I'm not sure that would meet with general approval. What did you say?"