She doesn't understand that money's a thing you spend on things that
amuse you; she's always making shows with it--dull shows. So it was
part of her scheme for the glory of Beauleigh, that if billions
couldn't be got, I was to marry millions. You can imagine her fury
when she learned that I was married to Pamela."
"I can that," said Lord Crosland.
"She got me back to Beauleigh, on some rotten pretence of legal
business about mortgages; and made a descent on Mr. Vane. You know
that he was as decent a soul as ever lived, and as sensitive. I'm
afraid that there was a lot of Stryke & Wigram in that interview--you
know, talk about having entrapped me into marriage with his
daughter--the last man in the world to dream of it. Fortunately, as I
gathered from her talk later, she made him angry enough to turn her out
of the house without seeing Pamela. She had to content herself with
writing to her--it must have been a letter."
"Why on earth didn't you interfere? I wouldn't have stood it!" said
Lord Crosland.
"I was at Beauleigh. I was pretty soon suspicious that our secret had
been discovered. When three days passed without my getting a letter
from Pamela, I was sure of it. And then Fortune played into my
stepmother's hands: I had a bad fall with a young horse, and injured my
spine.
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