"You are wondering," said my lord, swinging his glass, "about the money."
"There shows no difference in the style of your living, of my Lady Agatha's living, since the—the ruin of Mr. Hilton."
"He is in Bedlam," said the Earl irrelevantly. "Did you know?"
Miss Chressham shuddered.
"Yes, I heard—it is very terrible; was he utterly ruined?"
"Faith, 'tis only I who keep him from the paupers."
"I am glad you do so much."
"I could do no less, she was my wife."
"We will not speak of it," said Susannah in a low voice, "but of the future." She dropped the hand-screen and faced her cousin. "Rose, what are we all living on?"
"Debts, maybe," smiled my lord.