Miss Grantham lifted his hand to her cheek. “I may ruin you,” she warned him.
“You may try,” retorted Mr Ravenscar.
“I shall expect you to pay all Aunt Lizzie’s debts.”
“I mean to do so.”
“And to remove her from that dreadful house.”
“That also.”
“And to be civil to my poor brother.”
“I’ll try to be.”
“And of course to let me set up a faro-bank of my own!” said Miss Grantham, in a small, provocative voice.
“If I ever find you playing anything but commerce or silver loo, I’ll make you sorry you were ever born!” said Mr Ravenscar, kissing her hand. “Jade!”
Miss Grantham heaved a sigh of satisfaction, and abandoned any further attempt to bring him to a sense of his own folly.
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