"We have just decided," the Marquis told her, "to shorten our stay in London. Letitia's engagements are capable of curtailment, and my own are of no account. We are thinking of going at once."
"And your neighbour," the Duchess enquired; "when is he going into residence?"
"I have not heard."
"I am expecting him to come to Scotland later on," she observed.
The Marquis was gently surprised.
"Won't he be just a little—"
"Not at all," the Duchess interrupted. "He shoots and fishes, and does everything other men do. I am not quite sure," she went on, "that you thoroughly appreciate Mr. Thain."
"My dear Caroline, you are entirely mistaken," the Marquis assured her. "What Letitia's sentiments with regard to him may be, I do not know, but so far as I am concerned, I consider him a most desirable acquisition to my acquaintances."
"If only I had your manner!" she said earnestly. "Poor Mr. Thain!"
With a little nod she drove off. The Marquis and Letitia continued their promenade.