Lady Barbara anxiously hoped that Katharine had behaved well.
“Perfectly well,” he answered; and his face was really brighter and tenderer.
It was Kate’s bed-time, and she was dismissed at once. She felt that the kiss and momentary touch of the hand, with the “Bless you,” were far more earnest than the mere greeting kiss. She did not know that it had been his wonted good-night to his own children.
When she was gone, he took a chair, and explained that he could remain for a little while, as Lord de la Poer would bear his wife company. Lady Jane made room for him on the sofa, and Lady Barbara looked pleased.
“I wished to talk to you about that child,” he said.
“I have been wishing it for some time,” said Lady Barbara; “waiting, in fact, to make arrangements till your return.”
“What arrangements?”
“For forming an establishment for her.”
“The child’s natural home is with you or with me.”
There was a little silence; then Lady Jane nervously caught her brother’s hand, saying, “O Giles, Giles, you must not be severe with her, poor little thing!”