"But suppose?"
"Well, if he does, we are ready for him. If he ab-so-lute-ly refuses, I go to the front door, whistle up Fitz, pop him into this motor, skim off to Lindley, and get married by special licence. Fitz has agreed, and has the licence in his pocket now. Then I shall have an even stronger card to play—do you see?"
"Afraid not. Too deep for me."
"Well, once we're legally married, the old chap will find that as a real wife I am far more expensive to get rid of than before."
"Get rid of?"
"Yes. He wouldn't think of admitting me to his almighty family circle. He would have to ask now what I would take to live apart from Fitz."
"Live apart?"
"Yes."
"And you'd agree?"
"For two hundred thousand—yes."