He took a paper from his pocket. "Here's the first of them—over my father's signature."
"Is this what you were to have brought to the General's house?"
"Yes," he nodded.
"It is not your doing, then, that part?"
"What else do you want?"
"You know quite well—that you make Gareth your wife."
"You're not so clever as you think you are," he jeered. This cheap sneer at me appeared to afford him some relief.
"Have you no thought for her?
"I don't wish to hear about her from you."
"Then her father and yours had better speak of her. The Duke knows the story by now; and the matter has to be settled somehow."