"You take the money on these conditions: it is almost as improper of you to wish to evade them, as it would be of me to assist you.

And then there is your child; I am hound in honor not to risk his little fortune.

See, here's my signature to that." "My child!" cried Edith.

"When he comes of age, I'll go on my knees to him and say, 'My darling, I borrowed your money to save your father's credit.' And my darling will throw his arms round me, and forgive me." "Simpleton!" said Guy.

"And how about your daughters and their husbands?
And their husbands' solicitors?
Will they throw their arms round your neck, and break forth into twaddle?
No! I have made inquiries.