“I do want money!” she said, calmly. “You promised, offered me, how much?”
“You shall have all you want,” he replied, promptly. “I’m not a mean man; no one has ever called me that. I’ll settle forty, fifty thousand pounds——”
“Settle,” she said; “what does that mean?”
“It means for your own use; tied to you——”
She thought a moment.
“How much is it that—that my father owes?” she asked.
Her lips twitched.
“Forty thousand, or thereabouts.”
“You know, of course you know?” she asked, and her eyes dwelt upon his with a dull questioning.
His face reddened.