'You are quite sure of your own mind?'
'I do not speak without meaning what I say.'
'Then, Mr. Trampleasure, you shall not lay a finger on the estate. It is safe. The money shall be forthcoming on the day you name to receive it.'
'Are you going to find it?'
'That in no way concerns you.'
'If you are, you are softer than I supposed.'
'The money will be ready for you.'
Mirelle rose, and, stepping up to Herring, held out her hand. There was more feeling in her voice and warmth in her hand than before.
'I thank you, Mr. Herring. I am not ungrateful.'
'What for?' asked Tramplara, rudely.