"Is it a secret?" asked Lady Mary.
"Well; yes; it is,—if you will keep it so. I would rather you should keep it a secret. But I will tell you." Then she stood still, looking into the other's face. "I wonder how you will take it."
"What can it be?"
"Your brother has asked me to be his wife."
"Silverbridge!"
"Yes;—Lord Silverbridge. You are astonished."
Lady Mary was very much astonished,—so much astonished that words escaped from her, which she regretted afterwards. "I thought there was someone else."
"Who else?"
"Lady Mabel Grex. But I know nothing."
"I think not," said Miss Boncassen slowly. "I have seen them together and I think not. There might be somebody, though I think not her. But why do I say that? Why do I malign him, and make so little of myself? There is no one else, Lady Mary. Is he not true?"