"Fifty thousand!"
"Oh, then we can't take Lord Semingham's shooting, or anybody else's. Poor Harry!"
"He doesn't know yet?"
"Aren't you almost afraid to tell him, Mr. Ruston?"
"Aren't you, Mrs. Dennison?"
He smiled as he asked, and Mrs. Dennison lifted her eyes to his, and let them dwell there.
"Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Will the money be lost?"
"Oh, I hope not; but money's always uncertain."
"The thing's not uncertain?"