“No, Sir, I have a headache. I shall go and lie down.”
“That is about as much of her company as she has vouchsafed us since we have been here,” said Ladarelle the younger to Grenfell, as they stood together in a window.
“Is she haughty?”
“I don’t know.”
“Vain, I should take her to be, eh?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who is she?” whispered Grenfell, in the confidential tone he knew how to assume with younger men.
“I don’t know that, either,” said Ladarelle. “The old fellow says his ward; but I’d not be surprised if one of these days he should say his wife.”
“Why, he’s seventy.”
“Seventy-six—seventy-six! but he’d like to fancy he was eight-and-thirty.”