After working through the night, this was the conclusion at which
Richard Turlington arrived, when the rising sun looked in at him through
the windows of his private room.
The whole force of the blow had fallen on _him_. The share of his
partners in the business was of the most trifling nature. The capital
was his, the risk was his. Personally and privately, _he_ had to find
the money, or to confront the one other alternative--ruin.
How was the money to be found?
With his position in the City, he had only to go to the famous
money-lending and discounting house of Bulpit Brothers--reported to
"turn over" millions in their business every year--and to supply himself
at once with the necessary funds. Forty thousand pounds was a trifling
transaction to Bulpit Brothers.
Having got the money, how, in the present state of his trade, was the
loan to be paid back?
His thoughts reverted to his marriage with Natalie.
"Curious!" he said to himself, recalling his conversation with Sir
Joseph on board the yacht. "Graybrooke told me he would give his
daughter half his fortune on her marriage.
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