“Some thousands of pounds——! What do you say to this amazing statement, Dr. Pawley?”
Pawley, alive to a derisive gleam in Grimshaw’s eyes, replied hastily:
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
Lady Selina became more and more perturbed. Grimshaw saw that he had made an impression. It might be discreet to retire, leaving his suggestions to soak in.
“My plan may be unworkable, Lady Selina.”
“But it is. I can tell you, in confidence, that my dear husband left this estate to me clear of all debt. I can’t borrow money. He would turn in his grave if I did. Thousands of pounds——!”
Stimson saved an unendurable situation by appearing with the tea-things. Pawley rose. Lady Selina recovered her graciousness.
“You must stay to tea. I insist.”
Cicely came back, carrying a bunch of roses, fresh from the garden.
“Is it settled?” she asked gaily. “Do you join us?”