"My—dear—Beverley," said he at last, "are you—serious?"
"My dear Viscount—of course I am."
"Then let me warn you, such views will never do here: any one holding such views will never succeed in London."
"Yet I mean to try," said Barnabas, squaring his jaw.
"But why," said the Viscount, impatiently, "why trouble yourself about such a fellow?"
"Because She loves him, and because She asked me to help him."
"She asked—you to?"
"Yes."
"And—do you think you can?"
"I shall try."