“That’s impossible,” said Jack, gravely.
“But, my dear Jack, why not? It is my right. Have you any idea of the fortune——”
“Not the slightest,” said Jack, breaking in abruptly, “and it’s no business of mine; large or small, I hope you’ll enjoy it. It was the squire’s to do as he liked with, and I suppose he did as he liked; and there’s an end of it.”
Stephen winced and bit his lip.
“And now,” said Jack, quietly, but with his heart beating wildly, “I want a word with you, Stephen.”
“Say on, my dear Jack. If there is anything I can do for you——”
“Yes, there is,” said Jack. “I want to know—I want you to tell me—something respecting Miss Rolfe.”
“Miss Rolfe!” said Stephen, softly.
“Yes,” continued Jack. “You’ll want to know, before I go any further, on what grounds I ask for information. I’ll tell you. I have asked Miss Rolfe to be my wife.”
Stephen feigned a start of astonishment.