“Why, certainly.”
“Then, if you are ready, we will start at once.”
On the way to the office of the Scotia, Nick continued his inquisition:
“Your father was a rich man, Miss Templin, was he not?”
“Yes, sir; very.”
“You are his heiress?”
“I am, so far as I know, the only blood relative he has living.”
“Who is this Lawrence Lonsdale, the man you are going to marry?”
“A lawyer, and papa’s most trusted friend and agent.”
“How did he become your guardian?”