“Well.”
“Oh, Adolphus! he is very angry—he’s—”
“So am I, Selina. I am very angry, too;—so we’re quits. We laid a plan together, and we both failed, and each blames the other; so you need not tell me anything further about his anger. Did he send any message to me?”
“He did. He told me I might give you this, if I would undertake that you left Grey Abbey to-day:” and Lady Selina held up, but did not give him, the bit of paper.
“What a dolt he is.”
“Oh, Adolphus!” said Selina, “don’t speak so of your father.”
“So he is: how on earth can you undertake that I shall leave the house?”
“I can ask you to give me your word that you will do so; and I can take back the check if you refuse,” said Lady Selina, conceiving it utterly impossible that one of her own family could break his word.
“Well, Selina, I’ll answer you fairly. If that bit of paper is a cheque for five hundred pounds, I will leave this place in two hours. If it is not—”
“It is,” said Selina. “It is a cheque for five hundred pounds, and I may then give it to you?”