“Well, then, I wish he wouldn’t,” was the rebellious answer. “One’s true interests are always so singularly unpleasant. How should you like it if Gerald or somebody were to begin acting in your true interests?”
The marchioness looked alarmed.
“There, that will do,” she said, hurriedly. “Understand me, Gerald, I particularly wish to speak to Victoria for a minute by herself. You won’t refuse a mother’s request?”
“Not when she is a woman,” returned the reckless youth. And he strolled off.
The marchioness watched him safely through the door of the gallery, and then seated herself by her daughter’s side.
“Thank Heaven, we have got rid of him in time!”
“Why, is anything particular going to happen?” Victoria inquired, carelessly.
The marchioness glowed with triumph.
“Mr. Hammond is coming here to propose to you!”
“Is that all?” said Victoria.