"That is, the father?"
"Yes,--the father."
"He is one of your tribe, I know. We met him at your house just
before the murder. I don't much admire your taste, my dear, because
he's a hundred and fifty years old;--and what there is of him comes
chiefly from the tailor."
"He's as good as any other old man."
"I dare say,--and I hope Mr. Finn will like his society. But he has
got a son."
"So he tells me."
"Who is a charming young man."
"He never told me that, Duchess."
"I dare say not. Men of that sort are always jealous of their sons.
But he has. Now I am going to tell you something and ask you to do
something."
"What was it the French Minister said. If it is simply difficult it
is done. If it is impossible, it shall be done."
"The easiest thing in the world. You saw Plantagenet's first cousin
the other night,--Adelaide Palliser. She is engaged to marry young
Mr. Maule, and they neither of them have a shilling in the world. I
want you to give them five-and-twenty thousand pounds."
"Wouldn't that be peculiar?"
"Not in the least.
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