“You need not trouble yourself on that point. Nobody is likely to mistake you for him.”
“So much the better. I’m a poor man. The estates are very heavily encumbered, owing to my unhappy brother’s extravagance, his lamentable extravagance, I repeat. So that it is quite out of my power to grant favors—quite.”
“Even when they put money into your pocket?” said Deborah, who thought he deserved this plain-speaking.
He was not in the least offended.
“Tell me what it is?” said he at once.
At that moment the noise of a scuffle and men’s cries, “I’ve got you, my lad.” “Hold him, Jim!” in the upper part of the house reached their ears.
“They’ve caught him!” cried Deborah, with excitement.
The new Lord Austell gave an exclamation of impatience.
“Well, well, tell me at once what you want, before we are interrupted.”
Deborah had known how to gain the ear of the generous nobleman.