So there was no Mr. Sinclair. Possibly Jervis was right, and Melville hoped to make good the want in this lady's scheme of things.
"Do you think a rich widow's is really the happiest lot of all?" Mr. Tracy enquired.
"Depends upon the husband, I should say," the girl replied; "but Mrs. Sinclair is going to have a husband again."
"Is she?" said Mr. Tracy. "Gad, I'm glad I got wind of the fact before seeing her. Women never forgive you if you don't know that sort of thing, do they? Who's the happy man?"
"Well, he's not much of a man," the girl replied, with some disdain, "but he's got a title, and heaps and heaps of money, so perhaps the other doesn't matter, specially to a lady who has been married before. You can't expect to be in love twice in one life, can you?" and she heaved a prodigious sigh as she thought of her own first ardent passion, still burning brightly.
"Not much of a man, isn't he?" said Mr. Tracy, amused. "What sort of a title has he by way of compensation?"
"I don't know exactly what he is," she answered, "but his wife will be My Lady, anyhow. She's engaged to Sir Ross Buchanan. Do you know him?"
"I know of him, of course," the lawyer said, "but I never met him. He's one of the richest men in the three kingdoms."
"Is he?" said the girl, with awe and admiration. "Well, there's no end to some people's good luck."
Mr. Tracy paid for his refreshment, and awaited an omnibus which should take him to the less savoury purlieus of the law.