“All I’ve got in the bank. Four thou’.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Of course.”
“Well done, old chap. That’s Hilt up to the hilt, like in the old times.”
“Pst! Someone coming,” said the baronet, dropping into a chair. “We didn’t hear the chaise. It’s my wife.”
Chapter Five.
A Lamentable Case.
Lady Lisle swept into the room, fresh from the pony-carriage, looking rather stern and haughty, her brows knitting at the sight of the breakfast things, and then rising a little as she saw the gallant-looking gentleman who rose and advanced to meet her.