"——and I learnt from them that you were related. I did not know of any other relation. My friends told me it would be wicked to marry without the knowledge of his people. 'Go to Sir George Calliper and explain,' they said; 'he will help you'; instead of which——"
The banker smiled again.
"Instead of which I pointed out how impossible it was, eh? and persuaded you to give up all idea of marrying Carleby. Yes, I suppose you think I am a heartless brute."
She sat with bent head.
"You will give him my message?" she asked suddenly.
"You will give him my message?"
He nodded.
"And the flowers?"