"Then," said his lordship, "I think I shall go."
"Of course you will, to take care of me," said Ethel, smiling.
There was a short pause, then Lord Fitz roused again with the sudden question:
"Ethel, do you think the Mildmays are well tiled in?"
"Tiled in, you inscrutable boy, what can you mean?" asked Ethel, with laughing bewilderment.
"Tiled in, well off, rich, you know, and all that."
"I should think so," said Lady Ethel, thoughtfully. "They have a very beautiful place and I have heard that her father was a merchant. Oh, yes, I should think she was rich."
Lord Fitz gave a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad of that," he said.
Ethel laughed.