"Oh!"
"You see?"
"I begin to. What will it cost to repair it?"
"A hundred thousand pounds."
"You value your heart at rather a high figure."
"He can afford the money: it's a mere fleabite to him. He is one of the richest men in England."
"Well?"
"If he agrees, I sign a paper renouncing all claim to Fitz. The Earl writes a cheque, takes Fitz home in a bandbox, and Dad is on his legs again. That's all."
"Suppose the Earl doesn't agree?"
"He will. It will be a pill for him, but he doesn't want the family name dragged through the law courts."