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“No matter now. I can tell you her business, I fancy; and in fact, I came here to speak of it, quite independently of her.”

“That won’t do, Leyton,” interrupted Rushbrook, with crisp decision. “One or the other interview is unnecessary; it wastes time, and isn’t business. Better have her present, even if she don’t say a word.”

“Yes, but not in this matter,” responded Leyton; “it’s about Somers. You know he’s been very attentive to her ever since her uncle left her here to recruit her health, and I think she fancies him. Well, although she’s independent and her own mistress, as you know, Mrs. Leyton and I are somewhat responsible for her acquaintance with Somers,–and for that matter so are you; and as my wife thinks it means a marriage, we ought to know something more positive about Somers’s prospects. Now, all we really know is that he’s a great friend of yours; that you trust a good deal to him; that he manages your social affairs; that you treat him as a son or nephew, and it’s generally believed that he’s as good as provided for by you–eh? Did you speak?”

“No,” said Rushbrook, quietly regarding the statue as if taking its measurement for a suitable apartment for it. “Go on.”

“Well,” said Leyton, a little impatiently, “that’s the belief everybody has, and you’ve not contradicted it. And on that we’ve taken the responsibility of not interfering with Somers’s attentions.”

“Well?” said Rushbrook, interrogatively.

“Well,” replied Leyton, emphatically, “you see I must ask you positively if you HAVE done anything, or are you going to do anything for him?”

“Well,” replied Rushbrook, with exasperating coolness, “what do you call this marriage?”

“I don’t understand you,” said Leyton.

“Look here, Leyton,” said Rushbrook, suddenly and abruptly facing him; “Jack Somers has brains, knowledge of society, tact, accomplishments, and good looks: that’s HIS capital as much as mine is money. I employ him: that’s his advertisement, recommendation, and credit. Now, on the strength of this, as you say, Miss Nevil is willing to invest in him; I don’t see what more can be done.”

“But if her uncle don’t think it enough?”

“She’s independent, and has money for both.”

“But if she thinks she’s been deceived, and changes her mind?”

“Leyton, you don’t know Miss Nevil. Whatever that girl undertakes she’s weighed fully, and goes through with. If she’s trusted him enough to marry him, money won’t stop her; if she thinks she’s been deceived, YOU’LL never know it.”

The enthusiasm and conviction were so unlike Rushbrook’s usual cynical toleration of the sex that Leyton stared at him.

“That’s odd,” he returned. “That’s what she says of you.”

“Of ME; you mean Somers?”

“No, of YOU. Come, Rushbrook, don’t pretend you don’t know that Miss Nevil is a great partisan of yours, swears by you, says you’re misunderstood by people, and, what’s infernally odd in a woman who don’t belong to the class you fancy, don’t talk of your habits. That’s why she wants to consult you about Somers, I suppose, and that’s why, knowing you might influence her, I came here first to warn you.”

“And I’ve told you that whatever I might say or do wouldn’t influence her. So we’ll drop the subject.”

“Not yet; for you’re bound to see Miss Nevil sooner or later. Now, if she knows that you’ve done nothing for this man, your friend and her lover, won’t she be justified in thinking that you would have a reason for it?”

“Yes. I should give it.”

“What reason?”

“That I knew she’d be more contented to have him speculate with HER money than mine.”

“Then you think that he isn’t a business man?”

“I think that she thinks so, or she wouldn’t marry him; it’s part of the attraction. But come, James has been for five minutes discreetly waiting outside the door to tell us dinner is ready, and the coast clear of all other company. But look here,” he said, suddenly stopping, with his arm in Leyton’s, “you’re through your talk, I suppose; perhaps you’d rather we’d dine with the Signora and the others than alone?”