A Daughter of Delilah — page 142: what you’re looking at

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“THINK OF ISABEL!” 133 At ten his lordship appeared as softly asa shadow, and when he saw Alston’s condition he smiled grimly. ‘‘I wish to see you alone a moment, Alston,’’ he said, quietly. ‘“‘No—no! We have no secrets here, old fellow. I have told Isabel all.”’ ‘“Well, come to the table. ”’ Alston staggered across the room, looking eagerly into St. Leonards’ face. ‘The money !’’ he gasped. “That is whatI wish to talk about. Be seated, dear | i] boy. “The money!’’ said Edgar, hoarsely. ‘‘My man of business is away! His clerk has sent a cable to that effect. He will not be home for a week.”’ ‘“Heavens!”’ ‘Don’t take on so! I went at once toa money lender— a broker—and he is willing to advance the money. You see how I have been working for you!”’ ‘“You are my savior!”’ ‘“‘One moment. Ihave filled in two other notes—same date and same amount as the others—but they must bear the signature of your father’s firm!’’ ‘‘Forgery,’’ murmured Edgar. ‘‘Nonsense! Money must be raised. Think of Isabel! See the risk Irun. It is not forgery in its literal meaning, because I am a party to it; and remember that Lam a peer of the British realm! Think of poor Isabel. In twenty-four hours this place will swarm with your credi- tors unless you satisfy them in some way. You signed checks and notes a year ago while your father was ill with Sj Eomicboo