"Then if the house is not in the market, we must put it in the market."
"How can you manage that?"
"We will put golden rollers under it, and roll it into the market. If the house is one the market valued at five hundred pounds, we will pay down the five hundred. If, being worth five hundred pounds, it is not in the market, we give a thousand, that's the only difference. You cannot get everything you want in this world, your grace, unless you have plenty of money, and are willing to give your money for what you want."
"Then I may look on that thing as settled?"
"Oh, yes, practically settled. Of course, if a miracle should occur against us, there would be a hitch."
"And suppose a miracle did occur against us, what then?" asked Cheyne.
"Why, then the purchase-money would be two thousand pounds, instead of only one."
Then Cheyne explained to the lawyer his wishes with regard to secrecy, and her name and his being kept out of people's mouths, and most particularly out of the newspapers.
"Last night," said he, "when the first fresh anxiety was upon me, I thought of going to the newspapers and inserting advertisements for this morning; but it was too late, and now I am glad it was too late; for while there would be hardly a likelihood of her seeing any of the advertisements, and less of her acting on them, there would be reason to fear someone else might see and understand to whom they referred. I wish you to take the whole thing up for me, and act for me now until the end. Of course, last night I had to do what I could myself. I did not know where to find you. You will, I am sure, do all you can for me."
"You may rely on my thinking of nothing else until the young lady is restored to her friends."