“If you were a lord—or even a baronet—and had some sort of handle to your name——”
“But as I have nothing—not even Q.C.?”
“I think, from what I know of him, that he will be unpleasant, my dear Larry—very unpleasant.”
“And the first shape that his unpleasantness will take will be to turn Madeline out of doors?”
“Yes, I should say so—I think the odds are fifty to one.”
“Well, she has her own home, at any rate. I shall set to work on Monday. I’ll go round and see about my old chambers. You can send me those papers, and tell Tom, the clerk, that I am coming back for good. I shall take lodgings as soon as I have looked round—in a more airy locality than Solferino Place. Mrs. Holt will keep the child till we are settled.”
“You—er—mean—you and Mrs. Wynne?” looking curiously at his companion.
“Well, yes; who else should I mean?”
“Does she say anything about returning?”
“No-o,” staring confusedly; “but it is understood.”