âThe Ladybird will refuse to have anything to do with the affair, my dear fellow. It touches a womanâs honour, and I know her too well.â âBah! Weâll compel her to help us. She must.â âShe wouldnât risk it,â declared Harry Kinder, shaking his head. âRisk it! Well, weâll have to risk something! Weâre in a nice hole just now! Our traps at the Grand, with a bill of two thousand seven hundred francs to pay, and âthe Ladybirdâ coolly sends us from London a postal order for twenty-seven shillings and sixpenceâall she has! â