Why, the one honest thing I've done was to break with John.
I wish I could afford to keep on being honest!
CHAPTER V.
THE LOVE OF LORD STRATHAY.
May 5.
Lord deliver me from the well-meaning!
Because of one pestilential dun, I've done what the weary waiting for
money, money, money would never have driven me to do. I've been to Uncle,
unknown to his wife, to ask advice. I might have known better.
It was with a wildly beating pulse that I entered the familiar little
private office, thinking that Ned might be on the other side of the
partition--near enough, perhaps, to hear me; that he might at any moment
rap upon the door and enter the room as he used to do, upon such flimsy
errands! I wondered how he would look, and what he'd say if he came; but
he never did come, though the talk was long enough, mercy knows; long and
profitless.
It was hard, with that cold sinking at my heart, to talk to the Judge, as
he sat with his keen eyes fixed upon me, leaning back in his chair, at
times frowning absent-mindedly.
"I've come to tell you--I've written home for money," I began breathlessly
to explain.
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