"What?" exploded Mr. Rushcroft, somewhat taken aback by the retort from an unexpected quarter. "Upon my soul, I--I--What?" "He won't bite, Miss Tilly," said Miss Thackeray soothingly. "Oh, dear!" said Miss Tilly, putting her hand over her mouth. Barnes had been immersed in his own thoughts for some time. A slight frown, as of reflection, darkened his eyes. Suddenly,--perhaps impolitely,--he interrupted Mr. Rushcroft's flow of eloquence. "Have you any objection, Mr. Rushcroft, to a more or less personal question concerning your own private--er--misfortunes?" he asked, leaning forward. For a moment one could have heard a pin drop. Mr. Rushcroft evidently held his breath. There could be no mistake about that. "I don't mean to be offensive," Barnes made haste to add. "My misfortunes are not private," said Mr. Rushcroft, with dignity. "They are decidedly public. Ask all the questions you please, my dear fellow." "Well, it's rather delicate, but would you mind telling me just how much you were stuck up for by the--er--was it a writ of attachment?" "It was," said the star. "A writ of inquisition, you might as well substitute. The act of a polluted, impecunious, parsimonious,--what shall I say? Well, I will be as simple as possible: hotel keeper. In other words, a damnation blighter, sir. Ninety-seven dollars and forty cents. For that pitiful amount he subjected me to--" "Well, that isn't so bad," said Barnes, vastly relieved. "It would require that amount to square everything and release your personal effects?" "It would release the whole blooming production," put in Mr. Dillingford, with unction. "Including my dress suit and a top hat, to say nothing of a change of linen and--" "Two wood exteriors and a parlor set, make-up boxes, wardrobe trunks, a slide trombone and--" mused Mr. Bacon, and would have gone on but for Barnes' interruption. He was covertly watching Miss Thackeray's half-averted face as he ventured upon the proposition he had decided to put before them. She was staring out of the window, and there was a strained, almost harassed expression about the corners of her mouth. The glimpse he had of her dark eyes revealed something sullen, rebellious in them. She had taken no part in the conversation for some time. "I am prepared and willing to advance this amount, Mr. Rushcroft, and to take your personal note as security." Rushcroft leaned back in his chair and stuck his thumbs in the arm holes of his vest. He displayed no undue elation. Instead he affected profound calculation. His daughter shot a swift, searching look at the would-be Samaritan. There was a heightened colour in her cheeks. "Ahem," said Rushcroft, squinting at the ceiling beams. "Moreover, I shall be happy to increase the amount of the loan sufficiently to cover your return at once to New York, if you so desire,--by train." Barnes smiled as he added the last two words.