‘I won’t,—­if you’ll let me see Sir Felix Carbury once more.’

Then the father’s pride again reasserted itself and he became angry.  ’I tell you, you little fool, that it is out of the question.  Why cannot you believe me?  Has your mother spoken to you about your jewels?  Get them packed up, so that you can carry them away in your hand if we have to leave this suddenly.  You are an idiot to think of that young man.  As you say, I don’t know that any of them are very good, but among them all he is about the worst.  Go away and do as I bid you.’

That afternoon the page in Welbeck Street came up to Lady Carbury and told her that...