“No, but what he told me of the situation filled me with a desire to meet you.”
“I dare say. Well, Lord Stranleigh, you have met me. I bid you good morning, sir.”
Stranleigh became a deeper crimson at what he considered this rude dismissal. He was not accustomed to being treated in such a way. His shoulders squared back, and the smile left his lips.
“Then you don’t want the gold?” he said, almost as sternly as the other had spoken.
“What gold?”
“My gold.”
“I thought you said that all your assets had been vested in the buying of stocks.”
“I said, sir, all my assets except one. The one asset remaining is gold.”
“Gold?”
“Yes.”