“Oh, did they? What was his own money?”
“How much was it, Zoe?”
“Fifty pounds.”
“Well,” said Vizard, “you must admit it is hard he should lose his own money. And yet I own I am most anxious to get him away from this place. Indeed, I have a project; I want him to rusticate a few months at our place, while I set my lawyer to look into his affairs and see if his estate cannot be cleared. I'll be bound the farms are underlet. What does the Admirable Crichton know about such trifles?”
Fanny looked at Zoe, whose color was rising high at all this. “Well!” said she, “when you gentlemen fall in love with each other, you certainly are faithful creatures.”
“Because we can count on fidelity in return,” said Vizard. He thought a little, and said, “Well, as to the other thing—you leave it to me. Let us understand one another. Nothing we saw at the gambling-table is to be mentioned by us.”
“No.”
“Crichton is to be taken to England for his good.”
“Yes.”
“And I am to be grateful to you for your co-operation in this.”