"Child?" interrupted Calamity. "Did George have a child, then?"
"Yes, a little girl. She'd be about twelve now."
"And Lady Betty, I suppose, is still at the Towers?"
"Yes."
Calamity's lips tightened and his brows met in a frown. The lawyer regarded him for a moment, and then, leaning forward, touched him gently on the knee.
"You're thinking of that wretched business of the alleged forgery," he said. "You may safely regard it as forgotten now; at least, no one is ever likely to refer to it in any way unless——" Vayne hesitated and smiled.
"Unless what?"
"Unless you go in for politics."
Calamity laughed in spite of himself.
"You may safely dismiss that possibility from your mind," he said. "But, as it happens, I'm going to reopen the matter myself."