"I am afraid to nearly three hundred pounds," she answered.
He shook his head gravely.
"I am sorry to say that they come to a good deal more than that," he said. "I hope you do not forget that I took the liberty of advising you more than once to stop. You had the most abominable luck."
"More than three hundred?" she gasped. "How much more?"
"They seem to add up to five hundred and eighty five pounds," he declared. "I must confess that I was surprised myself."
"There--I think there must be some mistake," Clara faltered.
He handed them to her.
"You had better look them through," he said. "They seem all right."
She took them in her hand, and looked at them helplessly. There was one there for fifty pounds which she tried in vain to remember--and how shaky her handwriting was. A sudden flood of recollection brought the colour into her cheeks. She remembered the long table, the men all smoking, the women most of them a little hard, a little too much in earnest--the soft click of the ball, the silent, sickening moments of suspense. Others had won or lost as much as she, but perhaps because she had been so much in earnest, her ill-luck had attracted some attention. She remembered Major Bristow"s whispered offer, or rather suggestion, of help. Even now her cheeks burned at something in his tone or look.
"I suppose it"s all right," she said, dolefully, "only it"s a lot more than I thought. I shall have three hundred pounds in the morning, but I"ve no idea where to get the rest."
"You are sure about the three hundred?" Sir Leslie asked, quietly.
"Quite."
"Then I think that you had better let me lend you the rest, for the present," he suggested. "I am afraid your uncle would be rather annoyed to know that you had been gambling to such an extent. You may be able to think of some way of paying me back later on."
She looked up at him hesitatingly. There was nothing in his manner which suggested in the least what Major Bristow had almost p.r.o.nounced. She drew a little breath of relief. He was so much older, and after all, he was her uncle"s friend.
"Can you really spare it, Sir Leslie?" she asked. "I can"t tell you how grateful I should be."
He looked down at her with a faint smile.
"I can spare it for the present," he answered. "Only if you see any chance of paying me back before long, do so."
"You will pardon my interference," said an ominously quiet voice from the doorway, "but may I inquire into the nature of this transaction between you and my niece, Sir Leslie? Perhaps you had better explain it, Clara!"
They both turned quickly round. Mannering was standing upon the threshold, the morning paper in his hand. Clara sank into a chair and covered her face with her hands. Sir Leslie shrugged his shoulders.
He was congratulating himself upon the discretion with which he had conducted the interview. He had for a few moments entertained other ideas.
"Perhaps you will allow me to explain--" he began.
"I should prefer to hear my niece," Mannering answered, coldly.
Clara looked up. She was pale and frightened, and she had hard work to choke down the sobs.
"Sir Leslie was down at Bristow, where I was staying--this last week-end," she explained. "I lost a good deal of money there at roulette.
He very kindly took up my I.O.U."s for me, and was offering when you came in to let it stand for a little time."
"What is the amount?" Mannering asked.
Clara did not answer. Her head sank again. Her uncle repeated his inquiry. There was no note of anger in his tone. He might have been speaking of an altogether indifferent matter.
"I am afraid I shall have to trouble you to tell me the exact amount," he said. "Perhaps, Borrowdean, you would be so good as to inform me, as my niece seems a little overcome."
"The amount of the I.O.U."s for which I gave my cheque," Borrowdean said, "was five hundred and eighty-seven pounds. I have the papers here."
There was a dead silence for a moment or two. Clara looked up furtively, but she could learn nothing from her uncle"s face. It was some time before he spoke. When at last he did, his voice was certainly a little lower and less distinct than usual.
"Did I understand you to say--five hundred and eighty-seven pounds?"
"That is the amount," Borrowdean admitted. "I trust that you do not consider my interference in any way officious, Mannering. I thought it best to settle the claims of perfect strangers against Miss Mannering."
"May I ask," Mannering continued, "in whose house my niece was permitted to lose this sum?"
"It was at the Bristows"," Clara answered.
"And under whose chaperonage were you?" Mannering asked.
"Lady Bristow"s! She called for me here, and took me down last Friday."
"Are these people who are generally accounted respectable?" Mannering asked.
"I don"t think that Bristow is much better or worse than half of our country houses," Borrowdean answered. "People who are at all in the swim must have excitement nowadays, you know. Bristow himself isn"t very popular, but people go to the house."
Mannering made no further remark.
"If you will come into the study, Borrowdean," he said, "I will settle this matter with you."
Borrowdean hesitated.
"Your niece said something about having three hundred pounds," he remarked.
Mannering glanced towards her.
"I think," he said, "that that must be a mistake. My niece has no such sum at her command."
Clara rose to her feet.
"You may as well know everything," she said. "The d.u.c.h.ess of Lenchester came in and found me very unhappy this morning. I told her everything, and she offered to lend me the money. I told her then that it was only three hundred pounds. I thought that was all I owed."
"Have you made any other confidants?" Mannering asked.
"No!"
"You will return the d.u.c.h.ess"s cheque," Mannering said. "Borrowdean, will you come this way?"