“I don’t know that either. Pity young Linnell couldn’t shoot and pop off that scoundrel Rockley. By the way, he looked daggers at me for getting your boy appointed to his regiment; but the boy shan’t disgrace the corps, if I find him money myself.”
Denville paused where they stood upon the Downs and gazed wonderingly at the old Earl.
“I make you stare, Denville. Well, I’ll be frank with you, and you shall be frank with me.”
The MC bowed and wiped his streaming face.
“Of course she does not care for Rockley.”
“Good heavens, my lord; no!”
“Nor for young Linnell?”
The MC hemmed twice before he spoke.
“I, too, will be frank with you, my lord,” he said. “It was in dead opposition to my wishes, but I’m afraid there was something between my daughter and Mr Richard Linnell.”
Lord Carboro’ looked at the speaker searchingly.