Lord Cadbury coughed and smiled as he thought of more than one cheque given to the speaker, and by the latter apparently forgotten.
'Under this terrible pressure, have you spoken of my proposal to—to Miss Cheyne?' he asked, bluntly.
'Yes.'
'And with what result—for she knows what I can do, if I choose?'
'None—none!'
'Even to save you, she will not marry me?'
'No.'
'No!'
'At least, I have totally failed to extract an answer from her.'
Lord Cadbury's ferret-like eyes flashed; he actually ground his teeth and clenched his coarse, vulgar hands.