Archer had examined the terms of the deed with his senior, all the while obscurely feeling that if he had been consulted it was for some reason other than the obvious one of his cousinship; and that the close of the conference would reveal it.
“Well, the lady can’t deny that it’s a handsome arrangement,” Mr. Letterblair had summed up, after mumbling over a summary of the settlement. “In fact I’m bound to say she’s been treated pretty handsomely all round.”
“All round?” Archer echoed with a touch of derision. “Do you refer to her husband’s proposal to give her back her own money?”
Mr. Letterblair’s bushy eyebrows went up a fraction of an inch. “My dear sir, the law’s the law; and your wife’s cousin was married under the French law. It’s to be presumed she knew what that meant.”
“Even if she did, what happened subsequently—.” But Archer paused. Mr. Letterblair had laid his pen-handle against his big corrugated nose, and was looking down it with the expression assumed by virtuous elderly gentlemen when they wish their youngers to understand that virtue is not synonymous with ignorance.
“My dear sir, I’ve no wish to extenuate the Count’s transgressions; but—but on the other side … I wouldn’t put my hand in the fire … well, that there hadn’t been tit for tat … with the young champion. …” Mr. Letterblair unlocked a drawer and pushed a folded paper toward Archer. “This report, the result of discreet enquiries …” And then, as Archer made no effort to glance at the paper or to repudiate the suggestion, the lawyer somewhat flatly continued: “I don’t say it’s conclusive, you observe; far from it. But straws show … and on the whole it’s eminently satisfactory for all parties that this dignified solution has been reached.”
“Oh, eminently,” Archer assented, pushing back the paper.