“And Mr. Spenser Churchill—did he have anything to do with this engagement, my lord?”
The marquis thought for a moment.
“I don’t know; but I expect he had. Oh, yes, he must have had, for I promised to give him a couple of thousand pounds the day Cecil and Grace were married and I daresay he did his best to earn it. Trust Spenser Churchill for that!”
“Yes. And Lord Cecil and Lady Grace Peyton—are they married yet?” asked Percy Levant.
The marquis shook his head.
“No; they are waiting until I get better, and I am getting better! I shall be quite well directly; and, my dear, an idea has just struck me. You shall be one of Grace’s bridesmaids!”
Doris started, and shrank back speechlessly. Suddenly she felt Percy Levant’s hand upon her arm.
“Say ‘Yes,’” he said, hoarsely.
“I—I cannot!” she almost moaned.
Percy Levant looked at her; then he took her hand in his, and held it for a moment.