“ Mr. Beauleigh may haply recall to mind a certain ‘ Mr. Everard,’ of Bath, whose Addresses to Miss Beauleigh were cruelly repulsed. He regrets having now to take the Matter into his Own Hands, and trusts to further his Acquaintance with Mr. Beauleigh at some Future Date, when Miss Beauleigh shall, He trusts, have become ‘ Mrs. Everard.’ ”

Jack crumpled the paper furiously in his hand, grinding out a startling oath.

“⁠—insolent cur!”

“Yes, yes, sir! But what will that avail my daughter? I have come straight to you, for my sister is convinced you know this Everard, and can tell me where to seek them!”