"Good looking?" I enquired.
"Well, rather! The sort of chap women rave about. Ask Betty. She was mad about him. But he couldn't see anything in her. I think she hates him now. He had eyes for no one but the fair Countess. An awful grind on Betty. She's used to something different."
Hazzard studied the clouds that drifted over our heads. "I wonder if Aline cared anything for him."
"I've always believed that she liked him better than she cared to admit, even to herself."
"I fancy he'll not let any grass grow under his feet, now that she's free," said Dr. Hazzard.
"Think she'll have him?"
"Why not? He has a much better position in England than Tarnowsy has here, and he's not after her money. I hate to say it, but Aline is a seeker after titles. She wouldn't be averse to adding 'your ladyship' to her collection."
"Oh, come!" I protested. "That is a nasty thing to say, George."
"She may have been regenerated," he said obligingly. "You know her better than I do, old chap. What say?"
"I didn't say anything," I muttered.