“You will not wear them any more,” he said harshly. “You must learn to realize that they do not belong to you.”
“I shall dispute that fact before the court.”
“What court?”
“I do not know yet, but some court—some court which sees to such things.”
“Pray be reasonable. You have not an inch of ground to stand on; there is the settlement renewed every generation; the jewels are chattels and the chattels are devised to the heir; they go with the dukedom.”
“I shall see Mr. Gregge.”
“Pray do. Mr. Gregge is not a very scrupulous man, but he is a man of sense, and he will not tell you to run your head against a stone wall.”
“If he do not do his duty, I shall employ someone else.”
“No decent attorney in the three kingdoms would take up such a case. You have no more title to the Otterbourne jewels than the woman selling primroses at the corner of the street.”
“So you say.”