The old man’s eyes glittered.
“Good, good!” he said, in a low voice; then, to Doris, whose hand he still held as she sat beside the couch: “You will have a clever man for a husband, my dear, and that is better than having a fool.”
Doris hung her head.
“And you, sir, will have such a treasure as falls to the lot of few mortals.”
Percy Levant, as he stood with folded arms, bowed gravely.
“I am fully sensible of that, my lord.”
“You should be,” said the marquis.
There was a moment’s silence, during which his eyes lost their keen expression and grew absent and dreamy.
“Marriages are made in heaven,” he said, as if to himself. “Yes, in heaven. Do you know my nephew, Cecil Neville?”
Doris sank lower into her chair, and averted her face.