I can't turn him out of the house, and he seems to
intend to stick to Gerald till he has got the money. He has taken
a cheque from Dolly dated two months hence. I am in an awful funk
for fear Gerald should pitch into him. He will in a minute if
anything rough is said to him. I suppose the straightest thing
would be to go to the Duke at once, but Gerald won't hear of it. I
hope you won't think me wrong to tell you. If I could help him I
would. You know what a bad doctor I am for that sort of complaint.
'Yours always,
NIDDERDALE.'
The dinner-bell had rung before Silverbridge had come to an end of
thinking of this new vexation, and he had not as yet made up his
mind what he had better do for his brother. There was one thing as
to which he was determined,--that it should not be done by him,
nor, if he could prevent it, by Gerald. There should be no
dealings with Comfort and Criball. The Duke had succeeded, at any
rate, in filling his son's mind with a horror of aid of that sort.
Nidderdale had suggested that the 'straightest' thing would be to
go direct to the Duke.
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