"He had made some acquaintances he ought to be proud of, at least," said Lord Saltire, in a way which made honest Marston blush. "I wish he wasn't going to Ranford."
"Report says," said Marston, "that affairs are getting somewhat shaky there: Welter's tradesmen can't get any money."
Lord Saltire shook his head significantly, and then said, "Now I want to speak to you about yourself. Did not you have a disappointment to-day?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Ha!"
They both sat silent for a moment.
"How did you guess that, Lord Saltire?"
"I saw what was going on; and, by your manner and hers to-day, I guessed something had taken place. Is there no hope for you?"
"None."