Mr Cornthwaite grew impatient directly.
“I know nothing about her,” said he coldly.
Bram straightened himself, as if at a challenge.
“You did not see her in London?” he asked.
“No.”
“Nor trouble yourself about her?”
“No. And I sincerely hope, Elshaw, you are going to give up all thoughts of doing so either.”
Bram smiled grimly.
“Not while I have a hand or a foot left, Mr. Cornthwaite.”
“At any rate, you will not think of marrying her?”