"And does the prospect please you?" and the Count looked at Dick like one anxious.
"Of course, it doesn't please me. If it's true, I'm a pauper, or next door to one. If it's true, I should have to leave everything and go out into the world to begin again."
"And give up all thought of Lady Blanche Huntingford," added the Count.
"I say, Romanoff, if you've anything definite to tell me, tell it. I tell you honestly, I don't enjoy all this."
"Of course you don't. The thought of giving up all this is like thinking of having your eyes pulled out, isn't it?"
"But of course it's all rubbish. Of course you are imagining an ugly bogey man," and Dick laughed nervously.
"I'm imagining nothing, Faversham."
"Then you mean to tell me——"
"That Mr. Anthony Riggleton is alive? Yes, I do."
Dick gave the Count an angry look, then started to his feet and began to pace the room.