“Lord St. Austell’s.”
Rees started.
“The man we both hate?”
“Why should that prevent our making use of him? Now he can’t, in common decency, let me suffer if he can help it. It lies with you to make it equally impossible for him to let you suffer.”
“Go on; out with it.”
“Become his son-in-law without delay. Marion will jump at you.”
Rees moved uneasily.
“I know that. If she were a little less ready, I might be a little more so.”
“This is not a time to stick at trifles. You had an appointment with her to-night at a friend’s house?”
“Yes, but I can’t go—fog’s too thick for me to venture out.”