Tor thought this supposition quite in keeping with the clumsy rascality of Belassis, as he had seen it. He had no opinion at all of Phil’s uncle’s capacity. His wife’s shrewdness and his own dogged determination and brazen dishonesty had carried him safely on so far, when not opposed by any far-seeing or strong-minded foe; but he could quite believe him capable of running a tremendous risk rather than lose a present opportunity of good, or face a distinctly awkward position.
‘You may be right,’ he said slowly. ‘He is a pitiful coward, and as covetous as Judas. I suppose to have acknowledged such a marriage would have ruined his prospects for life.’
‘Just so. I imagine his father would have had scant mercy, if it had come to his ears.’
‘If Belassis takes after his father, I should say he would.’
There was a pause for reflection.
‘I suppose you do not know much of this uncle’s past history?’
‘No, little enough. The real Phil might know more, perhaps, though I don’t think it would come to much. I could find out, though, I dare say.’
‘From whom?’
‘From Mrs. Lorraine, my aunt pro tem. Mrs. Belassis’ sister, and Mrs. Debenham’s.’
‘From what you tell me of your mother’s family—I mean, of course, Mr. Debenham’s mother’s family—they seem very well born people—quite superior to the Belassis’.’