
“The estates, I collect, were even then encumbered?” interpolated his lordship.
Mr Wimmering bowed his head in sorrowful assent, but raised it again to offer a palliative. “But her ladyship’s Jointure was secured to her.”
“And my sisters’ portions?”
Wimmering sighed. After a pause, Adam said: “The case seems to be desperate. What must I do?”
“Serious, my lord, but not desperate, we must trust.” He raised his hand, as Adam made a gesture towards the mass of papers on his desk. “Let me beg of you not to refine too much upon demands which were, under the circumstances, inevitable! None are immediately pressing. A certain degree of alarm in the creditors was to be expected, and to allay that must be — indeed, has been — my first concern. I do not by any means despair of composing all these matters.”
“I have no great head for figures,” Adam replied, “but I think the debts total a larger amount than my disposable assets.” He picked up a paper, and studied it. “You have set no value on the racing-stables, I observe. Those, I think, should be sold at once, and also the town house.”
