"I am corrupt," said Brodrick, "and mercenary and brutal."
"I wish you weren't," said she, so earnestly that he laughed.
"My dear Miss Holland, we cannot blink the fact that you have a name and
he hasn't."
"Or that my name sells and his doesn't. Is that it?"
"Not altogether. If I couldn't get you I'd try to get him."
"Would you? How do you know that you're going to get me?"
He smiled. "I don't. I only know that I'm prepared, if I may say so, to
pay for you."
"Oh," she said, "it isn't that."
He smiled again at her horror.
"I know it isn't that. Still----" He named a round sum, a sum so perfect
in its roundness that it took her breath away. With such a sum she could
do all that she wanted for her sister Effy at once, and secure herself
against gross poverty for years.
"It's more than we could give Mr. Tanqueray."
"Is it?"
"Much more."
"That's what's so awful," she said.
He noticed how she clenched her hands as she said it.
"It's not my fault, is it?"
"Oh--I don't care whose fault it is!"
"But you care?"
"Yes." She almost whispered it.
He was struck by that sudden drop from vehemence to pathos.
"He is a very great friend of yours?"
"Yes."
"And--he's just married, isn't he?"
"Yes. And he isn't very well off. I don't think he could afford----" she
said.
He coloured painfully as if she had suspected him of a desire to traffic
in Tanqueray's poverty.
"We should pay him very well," he said.
"His book" (she pressed it on him), "is not arranged for."
"And yours is?"
"Practically it is. The contract's drawn up, but the date's not
settled."
"If the date's not settled, surely I've still a chance?"
"And he," she said, "has still a chance if--I fail you?"
[Illustration: "And he," she said, "has still a chance if--I fail you?"]
"Of course--if you _fail_ me."
"And supposing that I hadn't got a book?"
"But you have."
"Supposing?"
"Then I should fall back on Mr. Tanqueray."
"Fall back on him!--The date is settled."
"But I thought----"
"_I_'ve settled it."
"Oh. And it can't be unsettled?"
"It can't--possibly."
"Why not?"