At half-past twelve of the noon next day Lord Ormont was at Lady Charlotte’s house door.  She welcomed him affectionately, as if nothing were in dispute; he nodded an acceptance of her greetings, with a blunt intimation of the business to be settled; she put on her hump of the feline defensive; then his batteries opened fire and hers barked back on him.  Each won admiration of the other’s tenacity, all the more determined to sap or split it.  They had known one another’s character, but they had never seen it in such strong light.  Never had their mutual and similar, though opposed, resources been drawn out so copiously and unreservedly.  This was the shining scrawl of all that each could do to gain a fight.  They admired one another’s contemptibly justifiable evasions, changes of front, statements bordering the lie, even to meanness in the withdrawal of admissions and the denial of the same ever having been made.  That was Charlotte!  That was Rowsley!  Anything to beat down the adversary.

As to will, the woman’s will, of these two, equalled the man’s.  They were matched in obstinacy and unscrupulousness.

Her ingenuitics of the defence eluded his attacks, and compelled him to fall on heavy iteration of his demand for the jewels, an immediate restitution of the jewels.  ‘Why immediate?’ cried she.

He repeated it without replying to her.

’But, you tell me, Rowsley, why immediate?  If you’re in want of money for her, you come to me, tell me, you shall have thousands.  I’ll drive down to the City to-morrow and sell out stock.  Mr. Eglett won’t mind when he hears the purpose.  I shall call five thousand cheap, and don’t ask to see the money again.’

‘Ah! double the sum to have your own way!’ said he.

She protested that she valued her money.  She furnished instances of her carefulness of her money all along up to the present period of brutal old age.  Yet she would willingly part with five thousand or more to save the family honour.  Mr. Eglett would not only approve, he would probably advance a good part of the money himself.

‘Money!  Who wants money?’ thundered the earl, and jumped out of her trap of the further diversion from the plain request.  ’To-morrow, when I am here, I shall expect to have the jewels delivered to me.’

’That you may hand them over to her.  Where are they likely to be this time next year?  And what do you know about jewels?  You may look at them when you ask to see them, and not know imitation paste—­like the stuff Lady Beltus showed her old husband.  Our mother wore them, and she prized them.  I’m not sure I wouldn’t rather hear they were exhibited in a Bond Street jeweller’s shop or a Piccadilly pawnbroker’s than have them on that woman.’

‘You speak of my wife.’

’For a season, perhaps; and off they’re likely to go, to pay bills, if her Adderwoods and her Morsfields are out of funds, as they call it.’