The young man would marry and all might be well.

Then he found a bride for his boy,--with no wealth, but owning the best blood in the kingdom, beautiful, good, one who might be to him as another daughter.

His boy's answer was that he was already married! He had chosen his wife from out of the streets, and offered to the Earl of Scroope as a child to replace the daughter who had gone, a wretched painted prostitute from France.

After that Lord Scroope never again held up his head.
The father would not see his heir,--and never saw him again.

As to what money might be needed, the lawyers in London were told to manage that.
The Earl himself would give nothing and refuse nothing.