"She is shy, my lord, you must forgive it; but a charming girl, for any situation, charming—and now for the lawyers; make your own appointment, my lord."
Rose Lyndwood came across the room eyeing him.
"A moment, Mr. Hilton; have you or I thought over what we are doing?"
Suspicion clouded the older man's face.
"What do you mean?" he asked sharply.
The young Earl flushed and his eyes darkened.
"I think of Miss Hilton—this—bargain concerns her, does it not?"
The merchant was cautious, as one dealing with qualities strange to him.
"Still I do not understand, my lord."
Rose Lyndwood answered on a quick scornful breath.