‘I can’t see what that has to do with you.’

’I couldn’t do it, sir.  I’d do anything else to oblige you, but I couldn’t do that.  And, moreover, I don’t believe in the money.’

‘Then you may just go to the devil,’ said the old Marquis turning himself round in his chair, and lighting a cigar as he took up the newspaper.  Nidderdale went on with his breakfast with perfect equanimity, and when he had finished lighted his cigar.  ’They tell me,’ said the old man, ’that one of those Goldsheiner girls will have a lot of money.’

‘A Jewess,’ suggested Nidderdale.

‘What difference does that make?’

’Oh no;—­not in the least if the money...