ion
and kindness for me to release me from this--this disgrace," and Mr.
Warrington's voice shook a little, and he passed his hand across his
eyes.

"Sir," says Mr. Draper, eyeing the young man, "I was with her ladyship
yesterday, when we talked over the whole of this here most unpleasant--I
won't say as you do, disgraceful business."

"What do you mean, sir? Does Madame de Bernstein know of my misfortune?"
asked Harry.

"Every circumstance, sir; the pawning the watches, and all."

Harry turned burning red. "It is an unfortunate business, the pawning
them watches and things which you had never paid for," continued the
lawyer. The young man started up from the bed, looking so fierce that
Draper felt a little alarmed.

"It may lead to litigation and unpleasant remarks being made, in court,
sir. Them barristers respect nothing; and when they get a feller in the
box----"

"Great Heaven, sir, you don't suppose a gentleman of my rank can't take
a watch upon credit without intending to cheat the tradesman?" cried
Harry, in the greatest agitation.

"Of course you meant everything that's honourable; only, you see, the
law mayn't happen to think so," says Mr. Draper, winking his eye. ("Hang
the supercilious beast; I touch him there!) Your aunt says it's the most
imprudent thing ever she heard of--to call it by no worse name."

"You call it by no worse name yourself, Mr. Draper?" says Harry,
speaking each word very slow, and evidently trying to keep a command of
himself.

Draper did not like his looks. "Heaven forbid that I should say anything
as between gentleman and gentleman,--but between me and my client, it's
my duty to say, 'Sir, you are in a very unpleasant scrape,' just as a
doctor would have to tell his patient, 'Sir, you are very ill.'"

"And you can't help me to pay this debt off,--and you have come only to
tell me that I may be accused of roguery?" says Harry.

"Of obtaining goods under false pretences? Most undoubtedly, yes. I
can't help it, sir. Don't look as if you would knock me down. (Curse
him, I am making him wince, though.) A young gentleman, who has only two
hundred a year from his ma', orders diamonds and watches, and takes 'em
to a pawnbroker. You ask me what people will think of such behaviour,
and I tell you honestly. Don't be angry with me, Mr. Warrington."

"Go on, sir!" says Harry, with a groan.

The lawyer thought the day was his own. "But you ask if I can't help
to pay this debt off?