“Don’t be cut up about it,” he said in a low voice. “I have promised to see the man and arrange with him.”
She raised her eyes to his, and her face grew crimson.
“That—that is good of you,” she said.
“No, no. Of course I’d do anything. It will keep the man off for a time; but——”
He stopped.
“But?” she said, anxiously.
“The money must be paid before long, you know,” he went on, “and—and——See here, Olivia, it rests with you.”
“With me?” faintly.
He nodded, keeping his eyes upon the carpet.
“Yes. You—you know our agreement. The day we are married it shall be in your power to take all this trouble off your father’s shoulders. I’ve said what I’ll do, and I’ll do it. The morning of the marriage I shall pay into the Wainford Bank the sum of fifty thousand pounds in your name. You can do what you like with it. Pitch it in the gutter, buy diamonds, or clear the squire——”