“Not exactly,” he said, impassively. “I expect you have other relations.”
Mr. Pinchook nodded.
“Her nearest is Lady Wyndover, Mr. Gordon Chetwynde’s niece. She will be Miss Chetwynde’s guardian.”
Esmeralda looked at Varley Howard, who avoided her eyes, and continued:
“Mr. Pinchook has brought us good news, Ralda. Your grandfather was a rich man—very rich; he has left you all his money. So that you are now rich—very rich.”
“Over two millions,” murmured Mr. Pinchook, with bland satisfaction. The amount, it is scarcely necessary to say, was not realized by Esmeralda. She drew a long breath, and looked at Varley Howard with a smile.
“I am glad we are rich, Varley,” she said.
Varley Howard looked down at the floor.
“Mr. Pinchook has come to take you to England, to—”
—“To Lady Wyndover,” murmured Mr. Pinchook.