“You bring money, yes?”
“We bring money,” Sheila answered. “But I think I should tell you that you are being very stupid.”
She was speaking in Mandarin again.
The Viscount did not understand, but the c******n did.
“What do you say, I am stupid?” he questioned.
“You have here,” Sheila began, “as a prisoner, the son of one of the most influential and respected men in England.”
“He pay good money for son?” the c******n said.
“Is money really important when, if you have his patronage, you have all the English here in London and in China ready to trade with you because he has done so and because he is aristocratic enough to be very close to the Queen?”
The c******n stared at her.
“What you suggest?” he asked.
“I would suggest or rather reprove you for being so foolish,” Sheila answere
