"And her husband knew nothing of the meeting?"
"That goes without saying, Mr. Brassard."
"You have probably paid her money?"
"You couldn't expect me to admit it, could you?"
"And this is the sort of thing we are to expect from our aristocracy!" cried Brassard, with withering scorn.
"Oh, well, if it comes to that," said Stranleigh, calmly, "I think you will find the rich of all countries very much alike. Don't let us be too censorious?"
"You are a cool young villain, I must admit."
"Yes, Mr. Brassard, and in a large business like this you must meet and deal with a great number of objectionable persons. I have made you a business proposition. Please do not allow my villainy to prevent you from accepting it, if you find it to your advantage."
"You are quite right—you are quite right. I meet and trade with all classes of people."
Brassard sat down heavily. The phrase "to your advantage" had brought him to earth again. The cunning of the sharp dealer had returned to his face; morality, for the moment, was given a back seat.
"Sit down. Lord Stranleigh—sit down."
"Thanks. I can receive the word 'yes' or 'no' standing."
