‘I think we may discount that a little,’ said Logan, ‘and hope for the best.’
‘I shall try to take that view,’ said the Earl. ‘You console me infinitely, Mr. Logan.’
Logan was about to speak again, when his client held up a gently deprecating hand.
‘That is not all, Mr. Logan. I have a daughter—’
Logan chanced to be slightly acquainted with the daughter, Lady Alice Guevara, a very nice girl.
‘Is she attached to a South African Jew?’ Logan thought.
‘In this case,’ said the client, ‘there is no want of blood; Royal in origin, if it comes to that. To the House of Bourbon I have no objection, in itself, that would be idle affectation.’
Logan gasped.
Was this extraordinary man anxious to reject a lady ‘multimillionaire’ for his son, and a crown of some sort or other for his daughter?
‘But the stain of ill-gotten gold—silver too—is ineffaceable.’