"I supposed he would," said Lord Welter.
"And that she has refused him?"
"I guessed that she would. She is your own sister. Shall you try to persuade her?"
"I would see her in her coffin first."
"So I suppose."
"She must come away from here, Lord Welter. I must keep her and do what I can for her. We must pull through it together, somehow."
"She had better go from here. She is too good for this hole. I must make provision for her to live with you."
"Not one halfpenny, my lord. She has lived too long in dependence and disgrace already. We will pull through together alone."
Lord Welter said nothing, but he determined that Charles should not have his way in this respect.
Charles continued, "When I came into this room to-night I came to quarrel with you. You have not allowed me to do so, and I thank you for it." Here he paused, and then went on in a lower voice, "I think you are sorry, Welter; are you not? I am sure you are sorry. I am sure you wouldn't have done it if you had foreseen the consequences, eh?"