Ah, yes. Oh, let me, Lady Twombley! I don’t ask to be confided in, I only ask to be allowed to bring my brother to see you—to-night—to-morrow.
Lady Twombley.
Your brother?
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Mr. Lebanon—my Joseph. I would trust him as I’d trust myself. I have known him do such things in the way of raising money upon what he calls personal and other security——
Lady Twombley.
A money-lender?
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Lady Twombley! Oh!
Lady Twombley.