“Not if the creditor decides he has no wish for the money,” Araminta countered firmly.
“It would be dishonourable of me.”
“It would be far more dishonourable of you to – kill him.” “He will not listen to you.”
“I will try to – make him.”
“I should not let you do so.”
Lord Yeoman did not speak very positively and Araminta fancied that there was a note of hope in his voice.
“Leave it to me,” she said firmly. “If I fail – then we will have to think of – something else. But you must promise me that you will do nothing drastic until I have seen the Marquis.”
“Do you really intend to speak to him?” Lord Yeoman asked.
“I will talk to him,” Araminta promised. “Where can I get in touch with you?”
“At White’s Club or perhaps I could meet you at your home?”
“No, you must not come here,” Ara
