I know him better than you; he will be savage for a second, but he would sell every stick and stone on the land for your sake; he will see you safe through this.

Only bear one thing in mind--tell him all.

No half measures, no half confidences; tell him the worst, and ask his help.

You will not come back without it." Berkeley listened; his eyes shunning his brother's, the red color darker on his face.
"Do as I say," said Cecil, very gently still.

"Tell him, if you like, that it is through following my follies that you have come to grief; he will be sure to pity you then." There was a smile, a little sad, on his lips, as he said the last words, but it passed at once as he added: "Do your hear me?
will you go ?" "If you want me--yes." "On your word, now ?" "On my word." There was an impatience in the answer, a feverish eagerness in the way he assented that might have made the consent rather a means to evade the pressure than a genuine pledge to follow the advice; that darker, more evil, more defiant look was still upon his face, sweeping its youth away and leaving in its stead a wavering shadow.