CHAPTER XXVIII DEBT AND DISHONOUR

“What was it you wanted to talk to me about, dear?” Lady Beth, sitting knitting by the open window the following morning, looked across at Shirley with gentle eyes of friendly inquiry. The girl was standing leaning against the window-frame, her face wearing the rather worried expression of someone who does not quite know how best to broach a particular subject. Her lips parted once as though she were about to speak, then closed again irresolutely. The frail little lady sitting opposite her smiled. “I don’t think yo…