“I thought you said you kept them by you.”
“When I said so it was true. They are in the bank at Dudley.”
“Get them away, will you? I must make an arrangement for your delivering them to some one.”
“Make no arrangement. They shall be delivered to the person you intended them for. I will make the arrangement.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I say. I have always told you that I would give them up to your wife. I shall keep my word. She is not your wife yet.”
“This is foolery,” said Grandcourt, with undertoned disgust. It was too irritating that this indulgence of Lydia had given her a sort of mastery over him in spite of dependent condition.
She did not speak. He also rose now, but stood leaning against the mantle-piece with his side-face toward her.
“The diamonds must be delivered to me before my marriage,” he began again.
“What is your wedding-day?”