No, Esmond had never seen her play since he had frequented the house. It was clear, therefore, she did not make any pocket-money out of gambling. He had to admit that she seemed to act as deputy hostess, and, he believed, wrote most of her cousin's notes; in other words, made herself useful.
All this information, such as it was, he imparted, as it seemed to Spencer, with some reluctance. Perhaps his keen admiration prompted him to hide anything that served to show her in a dependent position. And Spencer desisted from any further crossexamination on this head.
On one point, however, he was determined to elicit a positive expression of opinion from the cautious little man.
"What is the mystery of the bounder cousin? You must admit he has cad stamped all over him, his speech, his person, his gestures."
Tommy could establish no defence for the gentleman in question. "No, he is past criticism, I allow. The result of some mésalliance, I suppose; his mother a very common person doubtless. But then, many highly respectable people have skeletons like that in their cupboards."
"The mystery is that he finds his way, cousin as he may be, into any decent house. Mrs. L'Estrange we know to be a woman of good family. You would think she would lock and bolt the door against a creature like that. What is he supposed to be, if he has any profession beyond that of his intense bounderism?"
"Something in the City, I am told," replied Esmond shortly. "Something connected with finance; stockbroker or something."
"It must be a shady kind of finance, if he has anything to do with it," growled the young man. "To think of his claiming relationship with that exquisite girl."