"You're most kind, I'm sure," she murmured. "Belle was naturally guided by me," and then changing a dangerous subject, she continued, "It is so sad that Lieutenant Kingsland's honeymoon should be darkened by his uncle's death."
Her Ladyship dried an imaginary tear, and added:—
"If one believes in Providence, one must of course believe that these things are for the best."
"Here comes the Secretary," said Mrs. Roberts. "Does he know?"
"I must tell him," replied the Dowager. "It's my painful duty."
Mrs. Roberts precipitately left the room.
"Dear Mr. Stanley," murmured the Dowager, "I was just on the point of sending for you; you've come most opportunely. I feel I must speak to you about my dear daughter. She is a sadly wilful girl, and I fear——"
"Don't speak of it, your Ladyship. I know, that is, I've heard; and permit me to offer my congratulations on your daughter's recent marriage to Lieutenant Kingsland," he said, throwing into his voice what he trusted might pass for a note of resignation.
"Dear Mr. Stanley," said the Dowager, infinitely relieved, "you are so tactful, so generous——"
"I hope she'll be happy."