"Yes," said the Imp briefly—she was at the moment rather bored by Mr. Neeld.
"An interesting-looking young man."
"Yes, he's interesting." And she added a moment later, "You're having a good look at him, Mr Neeld."
"Dear me, was I staring? I hope not. But—well, we've all heard of his mother, you know."
"I'm afraid the next thing we hear about her will be the last." What she had seen at Blent Hall was in her mind and she spoke sadly. "Mr Tristram will succeed to his throne soon now."
Neeld looked at her as if he were about to speak, but he said nothing, and his eyes wandered back to Harry again.
"They're friends—Miss Iver and he?" he asked at last.
"Oh, it's no secret that he wants to marry her."
"And does she——?"