"That is answer enough." "Then you will not do it ?" "I have replied already." There was that in the tone, and in the look with which he paused before the table, that Berkeley had never heard or seen in him before; something that made the supple, childish, petulant, cowardly nature of the boy shrink and be silenced; something for a single instant of the haughty and untamable temper of the Royallieu blood that awoke in the too feminine softness and sweetness of Cecil's disposition.
"You said that you would aid me at any cost, and now that I ask you so wretched a trifle, you treat me as if I were a scoundrel," he moaned passionately.

"The Seraph would give you the money at a word.

It is your pride--nothing but pride.

Much pride is worth to us who are penniless beggars!" "If we are penniless beggars, by what right should we borrow of other men ?" "You are wonderfully scrupulous, all of a sudden!" Cecil shrugged his shoulders slightly and began to smoke again.

He did not attempt to push the argument.