“Gervase has done his best and given up the only thing he had to give up—Oxford. If you could sink your personal wishes for the family’s sake....”
Peter turned crimson and his pale Saxon eyes darkened curiously.
“D’you know what I mean?” continued his father.
“You mean marry a rich woman ... you want me to marry Dolly Hurst.”
For a moment Sir John was silent, then he said in an unexpectedly controlled voice——
“Well, what’s wrong with Dolly Hurst?”
“Nothing that I know of ... but then I know nothing ... and I don’t care.”
“I’m told,” continued the baronet, still calmly, “that you have already formed an attachment.”
“Who told you?”
“Never mind who. The point is, I understand there is such an attachment.”