Part 17 (1/2)

Ah, yes. Oh, let me, Lady Twombley! I don't ask to be confided in, I only ask to be allowed to bring my brother to see you--to-night--to-morrow.

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Your brother?

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.

Mr. Lebanon--my Joseph. I would trust him as I'd trust myself. I have known him do such things in the way of raising money upon what he calls personal and other security----

LADY TWOMBLEY.

A money-lender?

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.

Lady Twombley! Oh!

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Does Mr. Lebanon help--people--in difficulties?

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.

Oh, doesn't he!

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Oh!

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.

Will you see him, Lady Twombley?

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Don't ask me. Perhaps.

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.

To-night?

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Perhaps, I tell you.

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.

At what time? LADY TWOMBLEY.

Half-past nine--sharp.