“Isn’t it beautiful?” said Lady Despard. “Their singing together is simply delicious!”
“And if your ladyship assents to my proposal, they can sing together as often as you please!” he murmured, insinuatingly.
She laughed and nodded.
“That’s true! Oh, yes, just as you like. I’m sure he is most interesting, and such a perfect gentleman!”
“Ah! yes,” said Mr. Spenser Churchill; “I would not have brought him to you if he had been anything less. And it is settled, then?”
“Yes,” nodded her ladyship.
He rose at once and looked at his watch.
“I will make all arrangements,” he said, in a low voice. “Say nothing to him to-night.”
The two men said good-night, and Percy Levant found himself outside, his brain in a whirl, his heart beating wildly.
“Well, may one ask your highness what you think of my ward now?” said Spenser Churchill, softly.