'Not exactly, though I'm not sure it isn't worse.'
She half rose from the seat.
'Has he left you nothing?'
He told her the purport of his uncle's will; she listening eager-eyed and open-mouthed.
'Do you mean to say that you're to get this ridiculous ring out of Miss Bewicke's possession in four days, by fair means or foul?'
He nodded.
'But it's monstrous.'
'It is a pretty tall order?'
'What do you propose to do?'
'I propose to call upon Miss Bewicke.'