"Not someone you have met over there?"
"Yes."
"I thought ill would come of it; but you cared no more for my wishes than your father before you. Who is it?"
"I am sorry you are so bitter, mother. It is Mr. Graydon's daughter."
"Archibald Graydon's daughter!"
She put her hand to her throat with an hysterical gesture which he had never before observed in her. Her face was livid with anger, and for a moment its expression shocked him.
"You are going to jilt my Kitty for that man's daughter!" she cried, when she had recovered her power of speech.
"There is no question of jilting Lady Kitty," he answered steadily. "But I am certainly going to marry Mr. Graydon's daughter, Pamela."
"Some wild savage."
"A beautiful and gentle girl."