“Not a bit.”
“In any event, I shall come of age in a couple of months. It is really no concern of anyone.”
“None at all,” said Ravenscar, betraying no trace of the uneasiness his relative evidently expected him to feel. “In fact, you may just as well keep your own counsel, and have some ale.”
“No, I don’t want any,” said Adrian, rather impatiently. “As I said, I had no intention of telling you. Only you happened to visit—to visit Lady Bel’s house last night, and—and you met Her.”
“I did not exchange more than half a dozen words with Lady Bellingham, however.”
“Not Lady Bellingham!” said Adrian, irritated by such stupidity. “I mean Miss Grantham!”
“Oh, Miss Grantham! Yes, I played piquet with her, certainly. What of it?”
“What did you think of her, Max?” asked his lordship shyly.
“Really, I don’t remember that I thought about her at all. Why?”
Adrian looked up indignantly. “Good God, you surely must at least have seen how—how very beautiful she is!”