That damned Frenchman takes and brings the letters! But who is her local go-between?
Perhaps the French Consul at Calcutta, or some banker here! I can't buy them all.

She only needs me in case of a violent rupture with Johnstone.
Damn her stony-hearted impertinence!" And he mentally resolved to sell her out and out to the liberal old nabob.

"He might then give his daughter to me for peace and safety.

But I've got to do the trick before he finds out the falsity of Anstruther's so-called telegram.

And, first, I must have something to sell.