‘I suppose he has no objection to them; but have you seen Miss Bangs?’
‘I don’t remember her,’ said Merton.
‘Then you have not seen her. She is beautiful, by Jove; and, I fancy, clever and nice, and gives herself no airs.’
‘And she has all that money, and yet the old gentleman objects!’
‘He can not stand the bristles and lard,’ said Logan.
‘Then the Prince of Scalastro—him I have come across. You would never take him for a foreigner,’ said Merton, bestowing on the Royal youth the highest compliment which an Englishman can pay, but adding, ‘only he is too intelligent and knows too much.’
‘No; there is nothing the matter with him,’ Logan admitted—‘nothing but happening to inherit a gambling establishment and the garden it stands in. He is a scientific character—a scientific soldier. I wish we had a few like him.’
‘Well, it is a hard case,’ said Merton. ‘They all seem to be very good sort of people. And Lady Alice Guevara? I hardly know her at all; but she is pretty enough—tall, yellow hair, brown eyes.’
‘And as good a girl as lives,’ added Logan. ‘Very religious, too.’
‘She won’t change her creed?’ asked Merton.