“Yes,” he said, “I shall marry Lady Alexandrina;—­that is, if I do not cut the whole concern, and my own throat into the bargain.”

“If I were in your shoes I think I should cut the whole concern.  I could not stand it.  What do you mean to say to Miss Dale’s uncle?”

“I don’t care a ——­ for Miss Dale’s uncle,” said, Crosbie.  “If he were to walk in at that door this moment, I would tell him the whole story, without—­”

As he was yet speaking, one of the club servants opened the door of the smoking-room, and seeing Crosbie seated in a lounging-chair near the fire, went up to him with a gentleman’s card.  Crosbie took the card and read the name.  “Mr Dale, Allington.”

“The gentleman is in the waiting-room,” said the servant.

Crosbie for the moment was struck dumb.  He had declared that very moment that he should feel no personal disinclination to meet Mr Dale, and now that gentleman was within the walls of the club, waiting to see him!

“Who’s that?” asked Pratt.  And then Crosbie handed him the card.  “Whew-w-w-hew,” whistled Pratt.

“Did you tell the gentleman I was here?” asked Crosbie.

“I said I thought you were upstairs, sir.”

“That will do,” said Pratt.  “The gentleman will no doubt wait for a minute.”  And then the servant went out of the room.  “Now, Crosbie, you must make up your mind.  By one of these women and all her friends you will ever be regarded as a rascal, and they of course will look out to punish you with such punishment as may come to their hands.  You must now choose which shall be the sufferer.”

The man was a coward at heart.  The reflection that he might, even now, at this moment, meet the old squire on pleasant terms,—­or at any rate not on terms of defiance, pleaded more strongly in Lily’s favour than had any other argument since Crosbie had first made up his mind to abandon her.  He did not fear personal ill-usage;—­he was not afraid lest he should be kicked or beaten; but he did not dare to face the just anger of the angry man.

“If I were you,” said Pratt, “I would not go down to that man at the present moment for a trifle.”

“But what can I do?”

“Shirk away out of the club.  Only if you do that it seems to me that you’ll have to go on shirking for the rest of your life.”

“Pratt, I must say that I expected something more like friendship from you.”

“What can I do for you?  There are positions in which it is impossible to help a man.  I tell you plainly that you have behaved very badly.  I do not see that I can help you.”

“Would you see him?”

“Certainly not, if I am to be expected to take your part.”

“Take any part you like,—­only tell him the truth.”

“And what is the truth?”

“I was part engaged to that other girl before; and then, when I came to think of it, I knew that I was not fit to marry Miss Dale.  I know I have behaved badly; but, Pratt, thousands have done the same thing before.”