"
"Well, then," Gammon persisted, "who is to let them know that Mrs.
Clover wasn't the real wife? Hanged if I see why she shouldn't come
forward!"
"My friend," replied Greenacre, smiling gently, "it will be my
privilege to make known all the facts of this case to the Honourable
Miss Trefoyle, his lordship's sister and nearest surviving
relative."
"What?"
"I regard it as a simple duty. I cannot even argue the subject,
Gammon; if _you_ have no conscience, _I_ have."
Gammon sat pondering until light began to break upon him. The other,
meanwhile, watched his countenance.
"I see," he said at length bluntly. "You think it'll do you more
good to take that side. I see."
"Gammon, my leanings are aristocratic. They always were. It puts me
at a disadvantage sometimes in our democratic society. But I
disregard that. You may call it prejudice. I, for my part, prefer to
call it principle. I take my stand always on the side of birth and
position. When you have thought about it I am sure you will forgive
this weakness in me.
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