“Very well, sir. You decline to supply me with money?”
“I do.”
“I must have it!”
“I dare say. Money’s a chain-cable for holding men to their senses.”
“I ask you, my lord, how I am to carry on Holdesbury?”
“Give it up.”
“I shall have to,” said Beauchamp, striving to be prudent.
“There isn’t a doubt of it,” said his uncle, upon a series of nods diminishing in their depth until his head assumed a droll interrogative fixity, with an air of “What next?”
CHAPTER XXXIX.
BETWEEN BEAUCHAMP AND CECILIA
Beauchamp quitted the house without answering as to what next, and without seeing Rosamund.