"What a washed-out piece of cambric Grandcourt is! But if he is a favorite
of yours, I withdraw the remark."
"Not the least in the world," said Deronda.
"I thought not. One wonders how he came to have a great passion again; and
he must have had--to marry in this way. Though Lush, his old chum, hints
that he married this girl out of obstinacy. By George! it was a very
accountable obstinacy. A man might make up his mind to marry her without
the stimulus of contradiction. But he must have made himself a pretty
large drain of money, eh?"
"I know nothing of his affairs."
"What! not of the other establishment he keeps up?"
"Diplow? Of course. He took that of Sir Hugo. But merely for the year."
"No, no; not Diplow: Gadsmere. Sir Hugo knows, I'll answer for it."
Deronda said nothing.
