"I don't know," he said, simply. "I don't think anyone knows; perhaps she does not know herself."
Stella was silent for a moment; her imagination was hard at work.
"Is she rich, poor—what, uncle?"
"I don't know. Rich, I should think," he answered.
"And what is her other name, or has she only one name, like a princess or a church dignitary?"
"Her name is Beauchamp—Lady Lenore Beauchamp."
"Lady!" repeated Stella, surprised. "She has a title, then; it was all that was wanted."
"Yes, she is the daughter of a peer."
"What a happy woman she must be;—is she a woman or a girl, though. I have imagined her a woman of thirty."
He laughed.