“Undoubtedly. And I think I shall get there.”
The note of self-confidence was a little too much for his Grace. He shot out an ugly lower lip and plucked savagely at the small tuft of hair upon it. “That remains to be seen, my friend.” And he added in a tone of ice, “When you have got there you can come and ask me again.”
“But it is going to take time,” Sir Dugald spoke lightly and readily, not deigning to accept the challenge. “Meanwhile Lady Muriel and I would like to get married.”
It seemed, however, that the Duke had made up his mind in the matter quite definitely. There must be a coat of political whitewash for a dirty dog before he could hope to receive any kind of official sanction as a son-in-law. Such in effect was the last word of his Grace; and it was delivered with a point that was meant to lacerate.
It did not fail of its effect. Somehow the ducal brand of cynicism was edged like a razor, and the underlying contempt poisoned the wounds it dealt. The man who had sprung from the people, who in accordance with the brutal innuendo of the man of privilege would be only too ready to throw them over as soon as they had served his turn, was powerless before it. At this moment, as he was ruefully discovering, place and power did not hesitate to use loaded dice.
Sir Dugald was savagely angry. In spite of an iron self-control, the cold insolence of one who made no secret of the fact that he regarded the man before him as other clay was hard to bear. A career of success, consistent and amazing, had given Sir Dugald a pretty arrogance of his own. And he was a very determined man playing for victory.
IV
It was clear from the Duke’s manner that as far as he was concerned the interview was at an end. But Sir Dugald had made up his mind to carry the matter a step farther. He was a bold man, his position was stronger than his Grace had reason to guess, moreover, a powerful will had been reënforced by a growing animosity.
“Before I go,” said Sir Dugald, “there is one last word, and to me it seems of great importance.”
The Duke sat silent, a stony eye fixed upon his visitor.