"True; as yet her affections are not engaged."
"And this Maltravers—she is romantic, I fancy—did he seem captivated by her beauty or her fortune?"
"No, indeed, I think not; he has been very little with us of late. He talked to her more as to a child,—there is a disparity of years."
"I am many years older than Maltravers," muttered Vargrave, moodily.
"You—but your manner is livelier, and, therefore, younger!"
"Fair flatterer! Maltravers does not love me: I fear his report of my character—"
"I never heard him speak of you, Vargrave; and I will do Evelyn the justice to say, that precisely as she does not love she esteems and respects you."
"Esteems! respects! these are the feelings for a prudent Hymen," said Vargrave, with a smile. "But, hark! I don't hear the billiard-balls; they may find us here,—we had better separate."
Lord Vargrave lounged into the billiard-room. The young men had just finished playing, and were about to visit Thunderer, who had won the race, and was now the property of Lord Doltimore.
Vargrave accompanied them to the stables; and after concealing his ignorance of horseflesh as well as he could, beneath a profusion of compliments on fore-hand, hind-quarters, breeding, bone, substance, and famous points, he contrived to draw Doltimore into the courtyard, while Colonel Legard remained in converse high with the head groom.