"Ah," said Demetrius, sarcastically. "Then the high-born nobleman does not credit me with being a gentleman?"
"What does it matter what he thinks?" said Lady Jim, impatiently. "We needn't trouble about him after he disappears. Can it be managed?"
"Yes, if you will promise to marry me when you are free and in possession of this money."
She gave him both hands. "I do promise."
He bent down and kissed them, passionately. "Consider it done."
"Without any scandal?"
"Assuredly. Listen! The Duke wishes to save the life of this Garth, because--he is fond of him."
"Yes, yes; I understand. Go on."
"I say to the Duke that a warm climate will work wonders," continued Demetrius, dramatically. "He will gladly consent, and with this Garth I go to----"
"To Nice, or Cannes, or----"