He would have torn out of the room had it not been for his dire need.

He looked straight at the Squire, and nodded stubbornly.
Squire Merritt turned to his little daughter and laid a tenderly heavy hand on her smooth curled head.

"You'd better run away now and see mother, Pretty," he said.

"Father has some business to talk over with this gentleman." Little Lucina gave a bewildered look up in her father's face, then another at Jerome, as if she fancied she had not heard aright, then she went out obediently, like the good and gentle little girl that she was.
When the door closed behind her, Jerome began at once.

Somehow, that other child's compassion in the midst of her comfort and security had brought his courage up to the point of attack on fate.
"I want to ask you about the mortgage," said Jerome.
The Squire looked at him with quick interest.