"Exactly--as you say--there are." "You can have that fifty pounds on the understanding that you undertake to place me in communication with my girl within fourteen days. If you don't, next time I find myself in communication with you I'll have value for my fifty pounds. You hear?" "While you continue, Mr. Haines, to speak so loudly, I can hardly fail to hear." Mr. Haines covered the money with his hand. "Swear that you will find my girl for me within fourteen days." I had noticed Mr. Trevannion's eyes begin to glisten directly the money appeared. He seemed to fear that he might find such an oath a little difficult of digestion. Still he swallowed it. "I swear." Mr. Haines turned to me. "You hear? He says he swears." He removed his hand. "Take the money. If you're lying to me again, when next we meet there'll one of us have fits." Mr. Trevannion took the money in rather a hurry, as if he feared that, after all, Mr. Haines might change his mind. "I may truly say, Mr. Haines, that I never saw a father's love which equalled yours. It is a rare, noble spectacle. It will be my pride, as well as my pleasure, to restore, in the shortest possible space of time, your child to her father's arms." "Mind you do." Mr. Trevannion had disposed of the money. He turned to me. "Eh, madam, might I have the pleasure of saying one word to you in private?" "Certainly not." He seemed surprised. "With reference to that little matter----" I interrupted him. "Mr. Haines, if you are finished with this person might I ask you to relieve me of his society?" Jack Haines chose to fly into a rage. "What the devil, sir, do you mean by wanting to speak in private to a lady who's a friend of mine! Outside!" Mr. Trevannion went outside, Mr. Haines accompanying him to the door to see him go. The very next day the Corsican brother obliged me with a call--my friend, the gentleman. He came accompanied by a friend--none other than that Lord Archibald Beaupré, of whom he had spoken. My lord was long and thin and a little weedy. His hair was sandy, and parted, with mathematical exactness, precisely in the middle. It would not be many years before he went bald. His eyes were light blue--the kind of eyes which not only suggest a bad temper, but a senseless temper too. It is excusable--though foolish--to fly into a fury about something. But people with those sort of eyes are apt, when they feel that way disposed, to get into a rage about nothing at all, and to go blind with passion when they are at it. Milord's manner was very well. Only he struck me as being the least bit condescending--as if he was conscious of what a well-born man he was. It was very kind of Mr. Townsend to bring him, and so I told him.