"I think Sir Edward will be glad to go," replied Vernon candidly. "He has lived a long life, and the latter part of it is very weary and dreary. He told me himself that he was looking forward to the great release."
"And then you will be rich?"
"Yes; and you will be Lady Vernon."
"It seems too good to be true."
"I don't think so, dear. Even your father can scarcely object to our marriage when I have an assured position."
Lucy looked down at the tea-cups. "It's mother I'm thinking about."
"I shall see Lady Corsoon before I leave," said Vernon compressing his lips, and sending a glance in the direction of his hostess. She caught his eye and smiled graciously: so graciously indeed that he bent again down to Lucy.
"You must be mistaken, darling," he whispered. "Your mother is quite friendly, and I am sure will not object in any way."
"She has changed her mind," answered Miss Corsoon obstinately, "at least, she told me not to count on marrying you."
"Strange. She gave no explanation?"