“Nonsense, my dear Emily,” said Mr. Neuchatel. “Great wealth is a blessing to a man who knows what to do with it, and as for honours, they are inestimable to the honourable.”
“Well, I ardently hope Colonel Albert may succeed,” said Myra, “because he was so kind to my brother at Eton. He must have a good heart.”
“They say he is the most unscrupulous of living men,” said Mr. Neuchatel, with his peculiar smile.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed Mrs. Neuchatel.
“How terrible!” said Adriana. “It cannot be true.”
“Perhaps he is the most determined,” said Myra. “Moral courage is the rarest of qualities, and often maligned.”
“Well, he has got a champion,” said Mr. Neuchatel.
“I ardently wish him success,” said Myra, “in all his undertakings. I only wish I knew what they were.”
“Has not he told your brother, Miss Ferrars?” asked Mr. Neuchatel, with laughing eyes.
“He never speaks of himself to Endymion,” said Myra.