'It wouldn't matter if he were as old as Adam. The thing is out of the question, and you must drop it.' Then the look on his brow became a little heavier. 'You hear what I say. She is going to marry Lord Nidderdale. She was engaged to him before you ever saw her. What do you expect to get by it?'
Sir Felix had not the courage to say that he expected to get the girl he loved. But as the man waited for an answer he was obliged to say something. 'I suppose it's the old story,' he said.
'Just so;--the old story. You want my money, and she wants you, just because she has been told to take somebody else. You want something to live on;--that's what you want. Come;--out with it. Is not that it? When we understand each other I'll put you in the way of making money.'
'Of course I'm not very well off,' said Felix.
'About as badly as any young man that I can hear of. You give me your written promise that you'll drop this affair with Marie, and you shan't want for money.'
'A written promise!'
'Yes;--a written promise. I give nothing for nothing. I'll put you in the way of doing so well with these shares that you shall be able to marry any other girl you please;--or to live without marrying, which you'll find to be better.'
There was something worthy of consideration in Mr Melmotte's proposition. Marriage of itself, simply as a domestic institution, had not specially recommended itself to Sir Felix Carbury. A few horses at Leighton, Ruby Ruggles or any other beauty, and life at the Beargarden were much more to his taste. And then he was quite alive to the fact that it was possible that he might find himself possessed of the wife without the money. Marie, indeed, had a grand plan of her own, with reference to that settled income; but then Marie might be mistaken,--or she might be lying. If he were sure of making money in the way Melmotte now suggested, the loss of Marie would not break his heart. But then also Melmotte might be--lying. 'By-the-bye, Mr Melmotte,' said he, 'could you let me have those shares?'
'What shares?' And the heavy brow became still heavier.
'Don't you know?--I gave you a thousand pounds, and I was to have ten shares.'
'You must come about that on the proper day, to the proper place.'
'When is the proper day?'