"I will think what can be done to help you in a week.

Good-bye, dear father." She stooped, with face as white as marble, and touched his forehead with her cold lips.
"Loyal girl," said the father, when the door had closed behind her; "she will stand by me yet.

After all, Ratman has his good points--clever, cheerful, good man of business--" Here abruptly the soliloquy ended, and Captain Oliphant buried his face in his hands, a miserable man.
To Rosalind, as she walked rapidly across the park, there came but one thought.

Her father--how could she help him?
how could she save him, not so much from his debts as from the depths into which they were plunging him?
"My poor father," said she.

"Only a man in desperate plight could think of such a remedy.