“Madam, on the honour of a poor gentleman⁠—”

“Thank you. I can desire no more. Mr. Twemlow, I implore you to save that child!”

“That child?”

“Georgiana. She will be sacrificed. She will be inveigled and married to that connection of yours. It is a partnership affair, a money-speculation. She has no strength of will or character to help herself and she is on the brink of being sold into wretchedness for life.”

“Amazing! But what can I do to prevent it?” demands Twemlow, shocked and bewildered to the last degree.

“Here is another portrait. And not good, is it?”