"He can't say more than he has said," he remarked, lazily. "'Sides, I never go to hear him preach, now."
"No; you send me."
"Why not? The Duke loves a pretty woman. You can twist him round your little finger."
"I can't twist any money out of him," said Lady Jim, irritably.
"More's the pity. We're on the rocks----"
"You've said that twice already."
"An' I'll say it again and again and again," snapped Jim. "You don't seem to realise the hole we're in."
"Don't I?" she queried, with an emotion she would never have shown in society. "I realise that I have one sovereign; and you----?"
"Only a fiver I intend to borrow from a sure man," said Jim; "but I say, what's to be done?"
"We must go through the court."