“No; but there seems to be something on his mind. If so we must do what we can to relieve it. He is the best of sons, Caroline.”
“I am sure I have nothing to say against him, except,” added her Ladyship, reflectively, “that I do wish he were a little more like other young men.”
“Hum—like Chillingly Gordon, for instance?”
“Well, yes; Mr. Gordon is a remarkably well-bred, sensible young man. How different from that disagreeable, bearish father of his, who went to law with you!”
“Very different indeed, but with just as much of the Chillingly blood in him. How the Chillinglys ever gave birth to a Kenelm is a question much more puzzling.”
“Oh, my dear Sir Peter, don’t be metaphysical. You know how I hate puzzles.”
“And yet, Caroline, I have to thank you for a puzzle which I can never interpret by my brain. There are a great many puzzles in human nature which can only be interpreted by the heart.”
“Very true,” said Lady Chillingly. “I suppose Kenelm is to have his old room, just opposite to Mr. Gordon’s.”
“Ay—ay, just opposite. Opposite they will be all their lives. Only think, Caroline, I have made a discovery!”
“Dear me! I hope not. Your discoveries are generally very expensive, and bring us in contact with such very odd people.”