'If papa were here, even
then I would send it.' And she did send it, in her own name,
regardless of the fact pointed out to her by Mrs Finn, that the
people at the post-office would thus know her secret. 'It is no
secret,' she said. 'I don't want it to be a secret.' The telegram
went in the following words. 'I have heard it. I am so wretched.
Send me one word to say how you are.' She got an answer back,
with Tregear's own name to it, on that afternoon. 'Do not be
unhappy. I am doing well. Silverbridge is with me.'
On the Thursday Gerald came home from Scotland. He had arranged
his little affair with Lord Percival, not however without some
difficulty. Lord Percival had declared that he did not understand
I.O.U.s in an affair of that kind. He had always thought that
gentlemen did not play for stakes for which they could not pay at
once. This was not said to Gerald himself;--or the result would
have been calamitous. Nidderdale was the go-between, and at last
arranged it,--not however till he had pointed out that Percival
having won so large a sum of money from a lad under twenty-one
years was very lucky in receiving substantial security for its
payment.
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