“And Jack is brave.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Never mind.  Brave, but such a boy.”

“Are you serious?”

She looked questioningly at Donnegan and they smiled together, slowly.

“I—­I’m glad it’s that way,” and Donnegan sighed.

“And did you really think it could be any other way?”

“I didn’t know.  I’m afraid I was blind.”

“But the poor girl on the hill; I wish I could see her.”

She was watching Donnegan very sharply again.

“A good idea.  Why don’t you?”

“You seem to like her?”

“Yes,” said Donnegan judiciously.  “She has an appealing way; I’m very sorry for her.  But I’ve done my best; I can’t help her.”

“Isn’t there some way?”

“Of what?”

“Of helping her.”

Donnegan laughed.  “Go to your father and persuade him to send Landis back to her.”

She shook her head.

“Of course, that wouldn’t do.  There’s business mixed up in all this, you know.”

“Business?  Well, I guessed at that.”

“My part in it wasn’t very pleasant,” she remarked sadly.

Donnegan was discreetly silent, knowing that silence extracts secrets.

“They made me—­flirt with poor Jack.  I really liked him!”

How much the past tense may mean!

“Poor fellow,” murmured the sympathetic Donnegan.  “But why,” with gathering heat, “couldn’t you help me to do the thing I can’t do alone?  Why couldn’t you get him away from the house?”

“With Joe Rix and the Pedlar guarding him?”

“They’ll be asleep in the middle of the night.”

“But Jack would wake up and make a noise.”

“There are things that would make him sleep through anything.”

“But how could he be moved?”

“On a horse litter kept ready outside.”

“And how carried to the litter?”

“I would carry him.”  The girl looked at him with a question and then with a faint smile beginning.  “Easily,” said Donnegan, stiffening in his chair.  “Very easily.”

It pleased her to find this weakness in the pride of the invincible Donnegan.  It gave her a secure feeling of mastery.  So she controlled her smile and looked with a sort of superior kindliness upon the red-headed little man.

“It’s no good,” Nelly Lebrun said with a sigh.  “Even if he were taken away—­and then it would get you into a bad mess.”

“Would it?  Worse than I’m in?”

“Hush!  Lord Nick is coming to The Corner; and no matter what you’ve done so far—­I think I could quiet him.  But if you were to take Landis away—­then nothing could stop him.”

Donnegan sneered.

“I begin to think Lord Nick is a bogie,” he said.  “Everyone whispers when they speak of him.”  He leaned forward.  “I should like to meet him, Nelly Lebrun!”

It staggered Nelly.  “Do you mean that?” she cried softly.