“I know I needn’t,” she answered, laying her cheek against him with a quick gesture of confidence.  “And I am of everyone else—­even of Bertie.  It’s absurd, isn’t it?  Fancy being afraid of Bertie!” She smiled through tears.

“He doesn’t know, then?” said Rupert.

“Bertie?  No, no, of course not!  I wouldn’t have him know for the world.  He would go and do—­something desperate.”  Chris’s startled eyes testified to her dread of this contingency.  “No, I haven’t dared to tell anyone, except you.  If you can’t help me, there’s no one left.  I—­I shall run away and drown myself.”

“Oh, nonsense!” said Rupert.  “There’s a way out of every difficulty if one has the wit to find it.  Keep cool, my dear girl!  If you let yourself go, you will give your own show away.”

“I know!  I know!” gasped Chris.  “But what can I do?  It would kill me if Trevor knew!”

Rupert’s arm tightened protectingly about her.  At least they stood by each other, these Wyndhams.  “Then Trevor mustn’t know,” he rejoined.  “I’ll manage it somehow if it’s humanly possible.  You must let me think it over.  And in the meantime, for goodness’ sake, keep cool.  If Trevor were to see you now, he would know there was something up directly.”

As a matter of fact, he himself had never seen his sister so agitated before.  She was like a terrified bird in a trap.  What on earth had she been doing? he wondered.  What made her go in such abject fear of her husband that the very mention of his name was enough to send every vestige of colour from her face?

He grasped her trembling fingers reassuringly.  “There!  Leave it to me,” he said.  “I’ll find a way out, never fear.  I’ve been in a good many tight corners in my time, but I’ve always wriggled out somehow.  I suppose you want the money soon?”

“At once,” said Chris.

He made a grimace, as of one swallowing a nauseous draught.  “All right, you shall have it.  Now, don’t worry any more.  It’s going to be all right.”  He patted her shoulder kindly.  “Only, for Heaven’s sake, don’t do it again!”

She shivered, and turned away to hide her quivering lips.  “If—­if you can get me the money this once,” she said, “I—­I’ll never ask you again, and I’ll give you every farthing—­every farthing—­”

“My dear child, I don’t want your farthings,” responded Rupert cheerily.  “If you can make it fifty pounds now, I shall be quite grateful.  But I’ll get you yours first, never mind how.  Now, hadn’t we better go back to the rest?  Aunt Philippa will be wondering what we are conspiring about.  By the way, when does she depart?”

“Soon, I hope,” said Chris fervently.

He grinned.  “Had enough of her, eh?  So, I should imagine, has Trevor.  He is keener on giving advice than taking it, if I know anything about him.”

“She wouldn’t dare to give Trevor advice,” protested Chris.

“Ho! wouldn’t she?” He laughed derisively, as they turned to leave the little room in the roof that was her refuge, but paused at the door to slip his arm through hers.  “You’re not to worry, young ’un,” he said, with a patronage that did not veil concern.  “Do you know you’re looking downright ill?”