"Ruined!" he exclaimed. "Utterly ruined! I won't have a dollar left
in the world."
"No, no," cried Lucy, "it cannot be!" And she put her hands to her
forehead, striving to think. "It must be stopped. I'll go and see
him. I'll plead with him."
"You must not, Lucy!" cried Montague, starting toward her.
But again she whirled upon him. "Not a word!" she whispered, with
fierce intensity. "Not a word!"
And she rushed into the next room, and half a minute later came back
with her hat and wrap.
"Allan," she said, "tell them to call me a cab!"
He tried to protest again; but she would not hear him. "You can ride
with me," she said. "You can talk then. Call me a cab! Please--save
me that trouble."
He gave the message: and Lucy, meanwhile, stood in the middle of the
room, twisting her hands together nervously.
"Now, Allan, go downstairs," she said; "wait for me there." And
after another glance at the broken figure of Ryder, he took his hat
and coat and obeyed.
Montague spent his time pacing back and forth in the entrance-hall.
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