"Well then, what's to be done?" asked Southend.
"We must give him a hint, George."
"Have we enough to go upon? Suppose Disney turned round and——"
"Robert won't do that. Besides, we needn't pledge anything. We can just put the case." She smiled thoughtfully. "I'm still not quite sure how Mr Tristram will take it, you know."
"How he'll take it? He'll jump at it, of course."
"The girl or the title, George?"
"Well, both together. Won't he, Madame Zabriska?"
Mina thought great things of the girl, and even greater, if vaguer, of the title.
"I should just think so," she replied complacently. There was a limit to the perversity even of the Tristrams.
"We mustn't put it too baldly," observed Southend, dangling his eyeglass.