The Scotch Lord linked an arm through mine. I had liefer have been alone, but I could scarce tell him so. He had been a friend of my father and had done his best to save me from my folly.
“There is much left. All is not lost. I have a word to say to your father’s son.”
“What use!” I cried rudely. “You would lock the stable after the horse is stolen.”
“Say rather that I would put you in the way of getting another horse,” he answered gravely.
So gravely that I looked at him twice before I answered:
“And I would be blithe to find a way, for split me! as things look now I must either pistol myself or take to the road and pistol others,” I told him gloomily.
“There are worse things than to lose one’s wealth——”
“I hear you say it, but begad! I do not know them,” I answered with a touch of anger at his calmness.
“——When the way is open to regain all one has lost and more,” he finished, unheeding my interruption.
“Well, this way you speak of,” I cried impatiently. “Where is it?”