“Being Levison, I cannot act.”
“What!” she uttered. “Not act—not act for Richard!”
He bent his clear, truthful eyes upon her.
“My dearest, how can I?”
She looked a little rebellious, and the tears fell.
“You have not considered, Barbara. Any one in the world but Levison; it would look like my own revenge.”
“Forgive me!” she softly whispered. “You are always right. I did not think of it in that light. But, what steps do you imagine can be taken?”
“It is a case encompassed with difficulties,” mused Mr. Carlyle. “Let us wait until Richard comes.”
“Do you happen to have a five-pound note in your pocket, Archibald? I had not one to send to him, and borrowed it from Madame Vine.”
He took out his pocket book and gave it to her.