“Yes,” said Edmund, “he is now Lord Fotheringay, whatever that means.”
“It means a title and an income, does it not?” said she.
“Yes, a sort of title and, yes, a sort of income,” said he.
“Either would be quite enough to marry and live on,” said Helen.
“He contrived to live without either up to the present.”
“Yes, poorly.”
“Not palatially, certainly, but still pleasantly.”
“Will he ask her to marry him now, do you think?”
“Her?”
“Yes, you know—Beatrice Avon.”