human
The Duke must be warned,
gpt
Who?
human
The new Duke--I beg your pardon, for, of course, if this story is true, Lord James is the Duke of Pentland.
gpt
You doubt the story, then?
human
I cannot give an opinion until I have seen this man and sifted his statements. He paused and looked at her inquiringly.
gpt
I presume, Lady James, that this man closely resembles your husband?
human
What man? Oh, Garth--yes. You may guess how closely, when the late Duke, Lord Frith, and myself were all deceived. Certainly the likeness was well known in Firmingham. There were reasons, she added with hesitation--
gpt
Oh--er--quite so. Mr. Hall, who knew something of the Adamite side of his late Grace, coughed away a laugh.
human
I can see how the mistake arose, Lady James. Natural enough--oh, dear me--natural enough.
gpt
Why do you not give me my proper title?
human
Pardon me, but the truth of this man's wild story has yet to be proved. May I ask a few needful questions?
gpt
A pair of villains, my dear lady. The one sinned for love and the other from avarice; astonishing whither those passions lead us--astonishing. Well, well, we must hope. I trust, for your ladyship's sake, that the story is true.
human
So do I, wept Leah, producing her handkerchief.
gpt
Not for the sake of the title or the money, dear Mr. Hall, but because my poor husband---- Oh----
human
Pray calm yourself, Lady James. Let us hope that in a few days I shall be able to address you as the Duchess of Pentland.
gpt
Give me back my husband--I ask no more,
human
We owe that much to society,