GROCOTT ... STOLE FORWARD, AND ... LEANT OVER THEFLUSHED FEATURES OF THE UNCONSCIOUS LAD]
"Lord, you're a rascal!" Grocott ejaculated, and stared in admirationof the other's roguery. "To take ten thousand of my son-in-law'smoney, and tell me of it to my face. By gole, you're a cool one!"
"You can choose between that and nothing," Hawkesworth answered,confident in his recovered mastery. "You can do nothing without me,you see. No more can Oriana."
The old man winced. Somehow the name--her name had been Sarah--hurthim. "What's the name of--of the other one?" he said. "Hissister--that you're going to marry?"
"Sophia," the Irishman answered.