Donaster's face suddenly brightened, and he looked keenly at Grimsby.
"Do you know where Miss Randall is?" he eagerly asked.
"Ah, I thought I'd fetch you," and Grimsby smiled. "Do I know where Miss Randall is? Well, we can consider that matter later. I want to know first of all if you want to marry her?"
"Certainly I want to marry her. Do you think I'm a fool?"
"Very good, very good," and Grimsby rubbed his hands, a sure sign of his satisfaction. "That point's settled. But the girl's not agreed, so I understand. Is that so?"
"I'm afraid it is. However, her parents are willing, and they are the main ones."
"Why do they wish you to marry their unwilling daughter?"
"Why? Oh, that's quite clear. They know it will be to her advantage."
"In what way?"
"From a social point of view. As the wife of Lord Donaster's son she will occupy a very high position. She will be received into the best families, and eventually she will be Lady Donaster. You see, I am an only son, so the title will come to me. You can readily understand how anxious her parents are for the consummation of the marriage."