“And will this old man they talk of—this Sir Brook somebody—make such a settlement on them as they can live on?”
“I know nothing about it at all.”
“I wonder, Lucy dear, it never occurred to you to fascinate Dives yourself. What nice crumbs these would have been for Algy and Cary!”
“You forget, Madam, what a jealous husband I have!” and her eyes now darted a glance of almost wild malignity.
“Poor Dudley, how many faults we shall find in you if we come to discuss you!”
“Let us not discuss Colonel Sewell, Madam; it will be better for all of us. A thought has just occurred; it was a thing I was quite forgetting. May I send one of your servants with a note, for which he will wait the answer?”
“Certainly. You will find paper and pens there.”
The note was barely a few lines, and addressed to George Kincaid, Esq., Ely Place. “You are to wait for the answer, Richard,” said she, as she gave it to the servant.
“Do you expect he will let you have some money, Lucy?” asked Lady Lendrick, as she heard the name.
“No; it was about something else I wrote. I'm quite sure he would not have given me money if I asked for it.”