’What is to be done?  Of course Percival is behaving badly.  He always does.  I can’t turn him out of the house, and he seems to intend to stick to Gerald till he has got the money.  He has taken a cheque from Dolly dated two months hence.  I am in an awful funk for fear Gerald should pitch into him.  He will in a minute if anything rough is said to him.  I suppose the straightest thing would be to go to the Duke at once, but Gerald won’t hear of it.  I hope you won’t think me wrong to tell you.  If I could help him I would.  You know what a bad doctor I am for that sort of complaint.

’Yours always,
Nidderdale.’

The dinner-bell had rung before Silverbridge had come to an end of thinking of this new vexation, and he had not as yet made up his mind what he had better do for his brother.  There was one thing as to which he was determined,—­that it should not be done by him, nor, if he could prevent it, by Gerald.  There should be no dealings with Comfort and Criball.  The Duke had succeeded, at any rate, in filling his son’s mind with a horror of aid of that sort.  Nidderdale had suggested that the ‘straightest’ thing would be to go direct to the Duke.  That no doubt would be straight,—­and efficacious.  The Duke would not have allowed a boy of his to be a debtor to Lord Percival for a day, let the debt have been contracted how it might.  But Gerald had declared against this course,—­and Silverbridge himself would have been most unwilling to adopt it.  How could he have told that story to the Duke, while there was that other infinitely more important story of his own, which must be told at once?

In the midst of all these troubles he went down to dinner.  ’Lady Mabel,’ said the Duke, ’tells me that you two have been to see Sir Guy’s look-out.’

She was standing close to the Duke and whispered a word into his ear.  ‘You said you would call me Mabel.’

‘Yes sir,’ said Silverbridge, ’and I have made up my mind that Sir Guy never stayed there very long in winter.  It was awfully cold.’

‘I had furs on,’ said Mabel.  ’What a lovely spot it is, even in this weather.’  Then dinner was announced.  She had not been cold.  She could still feel the tingling of her blood as she had implored him to love her.

Silverbridge felt that he must write to his brother by the first post.  The communication was of a nature that would bear no delay.  If his hands had been free he would himself have gone off to Auld Reikie.  At last he made up his mind.  The first letter he wrote was neither to Nidderdale nor to Gerald, but to Lord Percival himself.

’Dear Percival,

’Gerald writes me word that he has lost to you at cards 3,400 pounds, and he wants me to get the money.  It is a terrible nuisance, and he has been an ass.  But of course I shall stand to him for anything he wants.  I haven’t got 3,400 pounds in my pocket, and I don’t know anyone who has,—­that is among our set.  But I send you my I O U for the amount, and will promise to get you the money in two months.  I suppose that will be sufficient and that you will not bother Gerald any more about it.  ’Yours truly, Silverbridge.’  Then he copied this letter and enclosed the copy in another which he wrote to his brother.