A little dash of red sets your cheeks off--" But Genevra threw up her hands in despair and started toward the stairway, her chin tilted high.

Lady Agnes, laughing softly, followed.

"It's too bad she's down to marry that horrid little Brabetz," she said to herself, with a sudden wistful glance at the proud, vibrant, loveable creature ahead.

"She deserves a better fate than that." Genevra waited for her at the head of the stairway.
"Agnes, I'd like you to promise that you will keep your avaricious claws off Mrs.Browne's husband," she said, seriously.
"I'll try, my dear," said Lady Agnes meekly.
When they reached the garden, they found Deppingham smoking furiously and quite alone.

Chase had left some time before, to give warning to the English bank that trouble might be expected.