"My dear girl," said her father, seriously, "it is time to reconsider that determination to stay as you are. Not long ago you refused the Marquis of Bourne. You said he was too old and too plain. Now I have a proposal from the Earl of Seaton for your hand. He is neither old nor plain; he is in every way eligible."
"Now you are boring me again, papa," drawled Lady Estelle.
"But, my dear, I approve of the earl. I really wish to see you married. What shall I say to him?"
"Tell him to go away and not trouble me, papa."
"My daughter, he deserves a better answer. You are my only child; I shall not live forever; I must consider your future. Marriage will contribute to your happiness."
"I am happy enough, papa."
"Then think of our happiness—your mother's and mine. Oh, Estelle! when I saw that lovely little child, how I wished I had a grandchild like that!"
A ruddy blush dyed Lady Estelle's face, and she was silent.
"Daughter," said the duchess, "do not wait and refuse all offers from some romantic fancy about falling in love. That does not belong to your rank. Perhaps your nature is not to love any man very passionately: but you will care for your husband when you are married, and you will love your children."
Lady Estelle drooped her eyelids until the long lashes rested on her swiftly paling cheek.