"If I were a rich man, I should be content to be the loser, but I am a poor man, and am compelled to ask that those mortgages stand forfeit."
"Is it the law?"
"It is—and, as you will say, only a fair one," Hugh answered.
"Who are the mortgagees?"
"That is where the pity arises—the chief of them is no other than the daughter of Robert Lowther—Greta."
Sundry further twists and turns. "Pity for her." "Well, she should have seen to his title. Who was her lawyer?"
"Her father's executor, our friend Mr. Bonnithorne."
"How much does she lose?"
"I'm afraid a great deal—perhaps half her fortune," said Hugh.
"No matter; it's but fair, Mr. Ritson is not to inherit an estate impoverished by the excesses of the wrong man."