'
'Is anything wrong?'
'Everything is wrong. Papa says he must give up this house.'
'He says that almost always when he comes back from the races, and
very often when he comes back from the club.'
'Percival has lost ever so much.'
'I don't think my Lord will hamper himself for your brother.'
'I can't explain it, but there is some horrible money
complication. It is hard upon you and me.'
'Who am I?' said Miss Cassewary.
'About the dearest friend that ever a poor girl had. It is hard
upon you,--and upon me. I have given up everything,--and what good
have I done?'
'It is hard, my dear.'
'But after all I do not care much for all that. The thing has been
going on for so long that one is used to it.'
'What is it then?'
'Ah;--yes;--what is it? How am I to tell you?'
'Surely you can tell me,' said the old woman, putting out her hand
so as to caress the arm of the younger one.
'I could tell no one else; I am sure of that. Frank Tregear has
taken to gambling,--like the rest of them.'
'Who says so?'
'He has lost a lot of money at these races.
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