"
As Dunn looked into her honest, kindly eyes he hesitated. Should he tell
her? He was in sore need of counsel, and besides he was at the limit
of his self-control. "I say," he said, staring at her, while his lips
quivered, "I'd like awfully to tell you, but I know if I ever begin I
shall just burst into tears before this gaping crowd."
"Tears!" exclaimed Miss Bessie. "Not you! And if you did it wouldn't
hurt either them or you. An International captain possesses this
advantage over other mortals: that he may burst into tears or anything
else without losing caste, whereas if I should do any such thing--But
come, let's get somewhere and talk it over. Now, then," said Miss Brodie
as they found a quiet corner, "first of all, ought I to know?"
"You'll know, all Edinburgh will know time day after to-morrow," said
Dunn.
"All right, then, it can't do any harm for me to know to-night. It
possibly may do good."
"It will do me good, anyway," said Dunn, "for I have reached my limit."
Then Dunn told her, and while she listened she grew grave and anxious.
"But surely it can be arranged!" she exclaimed, after he had finished.
"No, Mr. Rae has tried everything. The Bank is bound to pursue it to the
bitter end. It is apparently a part of its policy."
"What Bank?"
"The Bank of Scotland.
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