“Tantrums, eh? Oh, I know her. No, I do not care an I do not see her; ’tis little enough she cares for me, though she’s as thick as thieves with Tracy⁠—oh, ay, I’ll be dumb.”

They walked slowly back to the house, Andrew, silent for once, twirling his gold-mounted cane.

“You shall have the money, of course. When do you want it?” said Richard presently.

“ ’Pon honour, you’re a devilish good fellow, Dick! But if ’tis like to put you to any⁠—”

“Nonsense. When do you need it?”

“I should pay Carew as soon as may be. Markham can wait over if⁠—”

“No, no! Wednesday?”

“ ’Twill do excellently well. Dick, you’re a⁠—”