“What are you doing walking with Lady Mary in Kensington Gardens at this time of the morning?” she enquired.

“Her mother’s idea,” Jacob explained. “Nothing to do with us.”

She regarded him thoughtfully.

“I suppose you’re to marry Lady Mary and redeem the family fortunes!”

“The idea doesn’t appeal to either of us,” he assured her. “Lady Mary has just confided to me that she is in love with some one else, and I have made a similar confession to her.”

“Are you in love with some one else?”

“Yes!”

“Who? Me?”

“Yes!”

“Is there any sense,” she demanded, “in being in love with a person who, as you perfectly well know, thoroughly dislikes and detests you?”