Lord Dangars.
Money? I needn’t ask.
Hugh Murray.
If Miss Brudenell were penniless I should describe her as a millionaire. She is very sweet, very beautiful.
Lord Dangars.
You’re enthusiastic.
Hugh Murray.
No, barely just. [Speaking half to himself.] I thought the same the moment I first saw her. She was walking in the grounds of the old school-house at Helmstead, and I stood aside in the shade of the beeches and watched her—I couldn’t help it. And I remember how I stammered when I spoke to her; because some women are like sacred pictures, you can’t do more than whisper before them. That’s only six mouth’s ago, and to-day—— God forgive us if we are doing wrong!
Lord Dangars.
[To himself.] I’m dashed if my pious young Scotch solicitor isn’t in love with the girl himself.