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She was not like velvet when we met the next morning after breakfast in her study: her own room was emphatically a study, and in no sense a boudoir. She was like iron, or like the late Sir Thomas when he gave me instructions for his new will and for the settlement on his intended marriage with Miss Nettie Tyler. There was in her manner the same clean-cut intimation that what she wanted from me was not advice, but the promptest obedience. I suppose that she had really made up her mind the day before -- even while we talked on the lawn, in all probability.
"I wish you, Mr Foulkes," she said, "to be so good as to make arrangements to place one hundred thousand pounds at my disposal at the bank as soon as possible."