’You refuse, Richie, to restore the princess her character and the prince his serenity of mind at their urgent supplication?  I am utterly unable to suppose it.  You are married in the papers this morning.  I grieve to say that the position of Prince Hermann is supremely ridiculous.  I am bound to add he is a bold boy.  It requires courage in one of the pretenders to the hand of the princess to undertake the office of intercessor, for he must know—­the man must know in his heart that he is doing her no kindness.  He does not appeal to me, you see.  I have shown that my arrangements are unalterable.  What he will make of your grandad! . . .  Why on earth he should have been sent to—­of all men in the world—­your grandad, Richie!’

I was invited to sympathetic smiles of shrewd amusement.

He caught sight of friends, and threw up the window, saluting them.

The squire returned with my aunt Dorothy and Janet to behold the detested man communicating with the outer world from his own rooms.  He shouted unceremoniously, ‘Shut that window!’ and it was easy to see that he had come back heavily armed for the offensive.  ’Here, Mr. Richmond, I don’t want all men to know you’re in my apartments.’

‘I forgot, sir, temporarily,’ said my father, ’I had vacated the rooms for your convenience—­be assured.’

An explanation on the subject of the rooms ensued between the old man and the ladies;—­it did not improve his temper.

His sense of breeding, nevertheless, forced him to remark, ’I can’t thank you, sir, for putting me under an obligation I should never have incurred myself.’

’Oh, I was happy to be of use to the ladies, Mr. Beltham, and require no small coin of exchange,’ my father responded with the flourish of a pacifying hand.  ’I have just heard from a posse of friends that the marriage is signalled in this morning’s papers—­numberless congratulations, I need not observe.’

‘No, don’t,’ said the squire.  ’Nobody’ll understand them here, and I needn’t ask you to sit down, because I don’t want you to stop.  I’ll soon have done now; the game’s played.  Here, Harry, quick; has all that money been spent—­no offence to you, but as a matter of business?’

‘Not all, sir,’ I was able to say.

‘Half?’

‘Yes, I think so.’

‘Three parts?’

‘It may be.’

‘And liabilities besides?’

‘There are some.’

‘You’re not a liar.  That’ll do for you.’

He turned to my aunt:  her eyes had shut.

‘Dorothy, you’ve sold out twenty-five thousand pounds’ worth of stock.  You’re a truthful woman, as I said, and so I won’t treat you like a witness in a box.  You gave it to Harry to help him out of his scrape.  Why, short of staring lunacy, did you pass it through the hands of this man?  He sweated his thousands out of it at the start.  Why did you make a secret of it to make the man think his nonsense?—­Ma’am, behave like a lady and my daughter,’ he cried, fronting her, for the sudden and blunt attack had slackened her nerves; she moved as though to escape, and was bewildered.  I stood overwhelmed.  No wonder she had attempted to break up the scene.