"I hope, my child, you have not offended him."
"No," said Lena, laconically.
"Did he talk to you on a delicate subject?"
"He did."
"That is right. I gave him permission to do so. What answer did you give him when he asked you to become his wife?"
"I told him he should have my answer in a week, and I gave him to understand that I could never love him."
"I am sorry for that, for I have set my heart on your marrying that man. You must become Lady Maltravers or I will disown you. Girls do not know what's good for them."
"Pity me, mamma," cried Lena.
"I will not; pity would be wasted on so silly a girl. Think of the brilliant match I have arranged for you! There are very few young ladies who would refuse Lord Maltravers with his ancient lineage, fine form and splendid income."
"I do not love him."