"Six, I believe," corrected Gerald.
"Who told you that?"
"Tod Macandrew. He heard it from your mother."
Mrs. Crosbie nodded. "Yes; I believe that my mother asked Mr. Macandrew some questions regarding settlements on the chance that I should marry Major Rebb. But Mr. Macandrew should not have spoken about this."
"He did not," said Gerald hastily, "you can still trust Macandrew as your legal adviser. He has not betrayed your confidence regarding settlements. He merely mentioned Major Rebb's income."
"How did you come to be talking of Major Rebb?"
Gerald flung the fag end of his cigarette into a silver ashtray, and rose to pace the room. He could always talk better when in motion. "I want you to help me, Madge," he remarked.
"You mustn't call me Madge," said Mrs. Crosbie, with a look at the door. "Major Rebb would not like it."
"Then you are engaged?"
"Well, yes. I want money and----"