“Come, come, come, shake hands, and let me help you to pay your debts like a gentleman, and to drop into this good thing easily and nicely as can be.”
There was no response.
“Tell me how matters stand. I know pretty well, but I should like to hear from you.”
“You’ll hear nothing from me.”
“Very well. I’ll tell you what I know. You can correct me where I am wrong, eh? Now, then, to begin with. Papa told the young lady she was to marry you. That ought to be good enough to carry the day, but—there’s your little but again—there’s a gentleman, a Mr Christopher Lisle—old friend, playmate, and the rest of it—whom the lady likes, eh?”
Glyddyr uttered an ejaculation.
“And then there’s something else on. Tall, big gent stopping at the house. Young lady and he are shut up together a deal.”
“How do you know all this?” cried Glyddyr, thrown off his guard by a dread lest, after all, Claude should escape him.
“How do I know? Now, come; isn’t there a tall, biggish gent staying at the house?”
Glyddyr nodded.