"You hold a public office in the service of your country. I consider that sufficient guarantee of your position, both moral and social."
Allingford, who knew something of American practical politics, thought this by no means followed, but forbore to say so, and Sir Peter continued:
"Have you any family?"
"No relations in the world except my younger brother, Dick, who manages the property at home, while I play at politics abroad."
"I see," said his host. "One question more and I have done. I dislike talking business after dinner—it should be left to the lawyers; but, seeing that you are an American and do not understand such things, I thought——"
The Consul stopped him by a gesture. "You are referring to the settlements, Sir Peter," he said. "Set your mind at rest on that score. I'll do the proper thing."
"Of course, my dear fellow, of course; I don't doubt that for a moment. But—er—you won't think me mercenary if I ask you to be—in short—more definite. I speak most disinterestedly, purely out of consideration for my daughter's future."
Allingford frowned slightly as Carrington's prophecy came back to him. His prospective father-in-law was quite within his rights in speaking as he did, but why couldn't he have left it at least till to-morrow?
"Would a copper-mine do?" he said, looking up. "I'd give her a copper-mine."
"Really, I don't know what to say," replied Sir Peter, in some perplexity. "I'm quite ignorant of such matters. Are—er—copper-mines valuable?"