‘But you said you had accepted some offer.’

‘You don’t suppose I wrote the letter?’

‘It was your handwriting, Felix.’

’Of course it was.  I copied just what he put down.  He’d have sent you clean away where I couldn’t have got near you if I hadn’t written it.’

‘And you have accepted nothing?’

’Not at all.  As it is, he owes me money.  Is not that odd?  I gave him a thousand pounds to buy shares, and I haven’t got anything from him yet.’  Sir Felix, no doubt, forgot the cheque for L200.

‘Nobody ever does who gives papa money,’ said the observant daughter.

’Don’t they?  Dear me!  But I just wrote...