"So am I," replied Albert. "That cursed gossip, the baroness! It is malice in her; but she shall pay for it. I'll put the thumbscrews on her, till----"
Albert paused, and poured the rest of the drink down his throat.
"Look here, Albert mine," said Toby; "how are you standing with the baroness? I hope, Albert mine, my boy, you have got all the lots of money which you have made such an unusual show of, of late, in an honest way?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the baroness is not so bad yet, and----"
"Nonsense. That old vixen! I am not so low yet."
"Then tell me; how did you get the money?"
"First tell me what you mean by your mysterious allusions to the power you have over the Grenwitz family, and let me hear it all."
"Will you then tell me where the money comes from?"
"Yes."