"My lady has a few hundreds of her own," continued the Earl. "Susannah's money, too, is safe, of course"—he glanced at his brother, whose face was concealed from him—"but as for us——"
Marius looked up now. His cheeks were red, his eyes suffused.
"Well, what for us?" he asked hoarsely.
Lord Lyndwood answered the abrupt question with another.
"Do you blame me, Marius?"
The younger man rose.
"Blame you—yes, I do blame you!" he cried. "You had no right, by God, you had no right!"
"So this is how you take it," remarked the Earl quietly. "Well, it will help neither of us."
He crossed to the fireplace, and his brother's fierce eyes followed him.
"You take it very easily, my lord, but I cannot be so patient. You have told me that I am penniless—penniless!"