There was a pause, during which the two young ladies regarded each other wistfully.
At length, Mildred spoke.
“Sir Bridgnorth,” she said, “Chetwynd's debts of 'honour'”—and she emphasised the word—“must be paid, and shall be paid, at any sacrifice, by me! You will do me the greatest kindness by finding out exactly how he is circumstanced, what he owes, and, especially, what are his debts of honour.”
Emmeline looked earnestly at Sir Bridgnorth, as if she felt equally interested in the inquiry.
Sir Bridgnorth was evidently troubled, and for some moments made no answer.
“Excuse me, my dear Miss Calverley,” he said; “if your brother is in a scrape, I think he should be allowed to get out of it—as he best can.”
“No!” exclaimed Mildred, decidedly. “It is not like me, Sir Bridgnorth, to give such advice.”
“No!” added Emmeline, equally decidedly. “He must be freed!”
“Upon my word,” said Sir Bridgnorth, surprised, “whatever may have happened to him, this young man cannot be called unfortunate.”
“Then act as a true friend to him, dear Sir Bridgnorth!” said Mildred. “Make immediate arrangements to get him out of all difficulties. You will incur no personal responsibility.”