of his toilet in the courtroom, which had added itself so keenly to his sense of disgrace. Then he must go to Agnes; her brother was his brother, and, though he had brought such shame and loss on the Semples, still he must do all he could for him, for the sake of Agnes. And there was the money to find, and Madame Jacobus to see! A sense of necessary haste pressed him like a goad. Not a moment must be lost, for he felt through every sense of his mortal and spiritual being that Agnes was calling him.

CHAPTER VII. THE PRICE OF HARRY'S LIFE.

He heard Agnes calling him, and he resolved to go at once to her. And never had he looked handsomer than at this hour, for he had clothed himself with that rich and rigid propriety he understood so well while the sense of injustice under which he so inwardly burned gave to him a haughty dignity, suiting his grave face and lofty stature to admiration. He went very softly along the upper corridor of his home, but Madame heard his step, and opening her door, said in a whisper: "Your father has fallen asleep, Neil, and much he needed sleep. Where are you going?" "I am going back to the court. I wish to know what has been done in Bradley's case." "Why trouble yourself with other people's business? The lad has surely given us sorrow enough." "He is her brother—I mean——" "I know who you mean; weel, then, go your way; neither love nor wisdom will win a hearing from you on that road." "There is money to be found somewhere, mother. Until his fine is paid, father will be miserable. I want to borrow the amount as soon as possible." "Borrow! Has it come to that?" "It has, for a short time. I think Captain DeVries will let me have it. He ought to." "He'll do naething o' the kind. I would ask any other body but him." "There are few to ask. I must get it where I can. Curtis will advance one hundred pounds for me." "They who go borrowing go sorrowing. I'm vexed for you, my dear lad. It is the first time I ever heard tell o' a Semple seeking money not their ain." "It is our own fault, mother. If father and I had taken your advice and let confiscated property alone we should have had money to lend to-day; certainly, we should have been able to help ourselves out of all difficulties without asking the assistance of strangers." The confession pleased her. "What you say is the truth," she answered; "but everybody has a fool up their sleeve some time in their life. May God send you help, Neil, for I'm thinking it will hae to come by His hand; and somehow, I dinna believe He'll call on Batavius DeVries to gie you it." With these words she retreated into her room, closing the door noiselessly, and Neil left the house. As soon as he was in the 

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