“You must clear that off before you go to Spain—you must have a clean sheet.”
She reflected also, before she spoke again.
“I can let you have two hundred and fifty out of what I have saved.”
Guy interrupted.
“You sweet little soul, you never spend anything except in charities.”
“I know,” answered his sister quietly. “Anyway, there is my two hundred and fifty, and I must coax the rest out of dad. You must go to Spain with a clean sheet. That is absolutely essential.”
Guy answered with his boyish laugh and with his boyish exuberance.
“It is too awfully dear and kind of you, and you can guess how I appreciate it. But I am not going to let my sister waste her money on two graceless scamps like Ticehurst and myself. And I don’t sponge on my father, either.”
Mary protested gently.
“Oh, Guy, how unjust of both yourself and Eric. You know that is not my opinion of either of you.” Guy took her slender hand in his own.