Sir Marcus laughed.
“Would that be a way of gaining your favour?” he asked, “to help that ridiculous unsavoury fellow, who has always been in trouble ever since I first made his acquaintance?”
“But this time the trouble really does seem to be serious,” Tina replied.
“He will certainly believe it to be so,” Sir Marcus answered. “No, not even for you, my dear, will I waste my good money on such a very unprepossessing cause. If you gave Claude Wynchingham a million guineas, it would slip through his fingers like water and he would be trying to borrow yet another fiver from you the following night.”
“Is he really so hopeless?” Tina asked.
“Completely and absolutely. So do not worry your pretty head about him. They are, without exception, a dissolute lot, the Wynchinghams.”
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