while she listened she grew grave and anxious.
"But surely it can be arranged!" she exclaimed, after he had finished.

"No, Mr. Rae has tried everything. The Bank is bound to pursue it to the
bitter end. It is apparently a part of its policy."

"What Bank?"

"The Bank of Scotland."

"Why, that's my uncle's Bank! I mean, he is the Chairman of the Board
of Directors, and the Bank is the apple of his eye; or one of them, I
mean--I'm the other."

"Oh, both, I fancy," said Dunn, rather pleased with his own courage.

"But come, this is serious," said Miss Brodie. "The Bank, you know, or
you don't know, is my uncle's weak spot."

Mr. Rae's words flashed across Dunn's mind: "We ought to have found his
weak spots."

"He says," continued Miss Brodie with a smile--"you know he's an old
dear!--I divide his heart with the Bank, that I have the left lobe.
Isn't that the bigger one? So the Bank and I are his weak spots; unless
it is his Wiltshires--he is devoted to Wiltshires."

"Wiltshires?"

"Pigs. There are times when I feel myself distinctly second to them. Are
you sure my uncle knows all about Cameron?"

"Well, Mr. Rae and Captain Cameron--that's young Cameron's father--went
out to his place--"

"Ah, that was a mistake," said Miss Brodie. "He hates people following
him to the country. Well, what happened?"

"Mr. Rae feels that it was rather a mistake that Captain Cameron went
along."

"Why so? He is his father, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is, though I'm bound to say he's rather queer for a father."
Whereupon Dunn gave her an account of his interview in Mr. Rae's office.

Miss Brodie was indignant. "What a shame! And what a fool! Why, he is
ten times more fool than his son; for mark you, his son is undoubtedly
a fool, and a selfish fool at that. I can't bear a young fool who
sacrifices not simply his own life, but the interests of all who care
for him, for some little pet selfishness of his own. But this father
of his seems to be even worse than the son. Family name indeed! And I
venture to say he expatiated upon the glory of his family name to my
uncle. If there's one thing that my uncle goes quite mad about it is
this affectation of superiority on the ground of the colour of a man's
blood! No wonder he refused to withdraw the prosecution! What could Mr.
Rae have been thinking about? What fools men are!"

"Quite true," murmured Mr. Dunn.

"Some men, I mean," cried Miss Brodie hastily. "I wish to heaven I had
see