The Ladybird will refuse to have anything to do with the affair, my dear fellow. It touches a womans honour, and I know her too well. Bah! Well compel her to help us. She must. She wouldnt risk it, declared Harry Kinder, shaking his head. Risk it! Well, well have to risk something! Were in a nice hole just now! Our traps at the Grand, with a bill of two thousand seven hundred francs to pay, and the Ladybird coolly sends us from London a postal order for twenty-seven shillings and sixpenceall she has!