“Most intelligible.”
“Read it, then.”
“Here it is,” said he, opening a letter, and turning to the last page. “'Were I to sum up what is the popular opinion of the result, I could not do it better than repeat what a City capitalist said to me this morning: “I'd rather lend Count Pracontal twenty thousand pounds to-day, than take Mr. Bramleigh's mortgage for ten.”'”
“Let me read that. I shall comprehend his meaning better than by hearing it. This means evidently,” said she, after reading the passage, “that your chances are better than his.”
“Kelson tells me success is certain.”
“And your cautious friend Mr.———; I always forget that man's name?”
“Longworth?”
“Yes, Longworth. What does he say?”
“He is already in treaty with me to let him have a small farm which adjoins his grounds, and which he would like to throw into his lawn.”
“Seriously?”