“Well, what of that?”
“And five hundred pounds will not suffice to meet all the claims.”
“Well, there are Kitty’s hundreds.”
“They shall not be touched.”
“You promised me the loan of them, did you not, Kitty?” asked her uncle, scarcely raising his head to look at her.
“Yes, you are heartily welcome to them,” said the girl.
“They shall not be touched!” exclaimed Zerah, leaning her fists on the table.
“That is as Jason thinks and chooses,” answered Pasco. “He is trustee for Kitty, not you. He got me into the hobble, and must get me out.”
“What!—did he get you into this about the wool?”
“I should have managed about the wool, were it not for the Brimpts business.”