George took no notice of this. "In a fortnight I leave my Kensington rooms and take up my residence with Lord Derrington in St. Giles Square. Then I shall assume my real name of George Vane."
"And you will marry Miss Ward, I suppose."
"That is entirely my business," said George, placidly. "You will gain nothing by insolence, Bawdsey."
The man rose with a wounded air. "Upon my word, Mr. Vane," he said, giving George his correct name to show that he recognized his new position, "I have not the slightest intention of being insolent. I am glad for your sake that things are as they are, and pleased for my own, since Lola may now give up thoughts of you and turn to me."
"That's all very well, Bawdsey," said Brendon quietly. "You profess a great friendship for me, but how can I trust you?"
"I have never deceived you yet."
"I have not given you the chance of doing so; but if the opportunity offered, and it was convenient to you, I am quite sure you would sell me--as the saying goes--to the highest bidder."
"Why should you doubt me?" asked Bawdsey, still wounded.
"I can only judge the future by the past, and since you are quite ready to play Lord Derrington false----"
"Who says that?" cried the man, sitting down, but looking defiant.