"I think I had better, after that fearful prognostication," said Leycester, with a smile, and he sauntered off.
"Etheridge," said Lady Longford, "that is the name of that pretty girl with the dark eyes who dined here the other night."
"Yes," said Lenore, indifferently, for the old countess looked at her; she knew that the indifference was assumed.
"If Leycester doesn't take care, he will find himself in danger with those dark eyes. Girls are apt to be grateful toward men who rescue their cousins from a watery grave."
Lady Lenore shifted her sunshade and smiled serenely.
"No doubt she is very grateful. Why should she not be? Do you think Lord Leycester is in danger? I do not." And she strolled away.
The old lady glanced at Lord Charles.
"That is a wonderful girl, Charles," she said, with earnest admiration.
"What, Lenore?" he said. "Rather. Just found it out, Lady Longford?"
"No, Mr. Impertinence. I have known it all along; but she astonishes me afresh every day. What a great name she would have won on the stage. But she will do better as Lady Wyndward."