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"Please don't forget that." Lady Medlincourt raised her eyebrows. "Bless the boy!" she exclaimed. "As though I were likely to! I can feel it go shivering down my backbone all the time. Sit here for a moment, both of you. I am going to give Jameson orders myself not to admit any one for a little while." She crossed the room and they were alone for a moment.
"Her uncle is Phineas Duge," Guy said. "He has given his consent to our marriage, and told me to send my lawyer to him to-morrow." "Bless the boy, what luck!" Lady Medlincourt exclaimed. "Why, he's the richest man in America." Guy nodded. "I don't care a bit," he said, "except that it will make all you people so much more decent to Virginia. Come along round to Claridge's and be introduced.
"I am trying you rather high, I know," he said, "but there are reasons for it which I can explain later on. I have brought a young lady to see you, Miss Virginia Longworth. I want you to like her very much, because she has promised to be my wife." Lady Medlincourt held out her hand, long and slim and delicate, and made room for Virginia by her side on the sofa.
"Dear aunt," he pleaded, "don't think that we are both mad, but I have promised Virginia that she shan't be bothered with questions for a short time. I met her on the steamer coming over from America, and that is all we can tell you just now." Lady Medlincourt looked from one to the other. She was more than a trifle bewildered. "Bless the boy!" she exclaimed.
There's just time." The dinner-party that night was a great success. In the middle of it Lady Medlincourt laughed softly to herself. "I must tell you all something," she said. "You know Guy went to America this year to see his cousin who is out ranching.
"It isn't the same thing with me," Virginia declared, shaking her head. "I am not going to marry a pig in a poke." "It's a very dear little pig," he said, resting his hand for a moment upon her shoulder. Lady Medlincourt reappeared. She resumed her seat, and motioned Guy to sit opposite to her.
You'll have to open your pretty little mouth, or I am afraid I can't do anything for you." Virginia turned to Guy. "Your aunt is quite right," she said. "I know it must sound very foolish, but I came over here on an errand which I cannot tell any one about just yet." "That, of course, is for you to decide," Lady Medlincourt said, rising, "but I wouldn't be silly about it if I were you.
"Tell me all about her, Guy." "My dear aunt," he answered, laughing, "we aren't married yet." Lady Medlincourt nodded. "Ah!" she said. "No doubt you'll have plenty to discover later on. Put it another way. Tell me the things that I must know about the Duchess of Mowbray." "As for instance?" he asked quietly. "Her people," Lady Medlincourt said. "You are American, I suppose, child?" she continued.
I know she's all right; I feel it, and she's the only girl I shall ever care a fig for!" "I really cannot see," Lady Medlincourt murmured, "why you should drag me from my bed to talk such rubbish. If you feel like that, go and look for her. It is open for you to marry whom you choose, the lady who is selling primroses at the corner of the Square if you wish.
Lady Medlincourt yawned. "Have you come here to tell me that, my dear Guy?" she said. "So unnecessary! You might at least have telephoned it." "Look here," he said, "we were too rough on her yesterday afternoon. I made no conditions as to what she should tell me when I asked her to be my wife. I was quite content that she should say yes.
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