“My dear?”
“For Gertrude. She may have her eyes so opened that she will refuse to marry him, throw him over completely, and then, my dear, we shall once more get home to peace and quietness.”
“If it would turn out like that,” said Mrs Hampton thoughtfully, “I would not mind. But come now, speak out.”
No answer.
“What are you thinking about, Hampton?”
“I was thinking, my dear, that this accounts for the way the money goes. I’m glad I’ve got a clue to that, not that it matters to us.”
“What do you think it is—gambling?”
“May be.”
“Then you don’t think so, Hampton? Now speak out.”
“No, my dear, you don’t need telling. Not surprising after the life he has led in the West.”