“Yes, she married George Lichfield, a very good fellow,” he replied.
“I think I met him once—but I might be mistaken. It is seven years since my London season. Do you feel that Lady Lichfield would approve of your present occupation?”
“Oh, no, not a bit!” he said. “She and George don’t approve of any of the things I do. I shan’t tell her anything about it.”
“I think I am a little sorry for her. And still I don’t understand why you mean to remain here!”
“No,” he said, “I don’t suppose you do. I didn’t mean to, last night, but something happened today which made me change my mind.”
“Good gracious! What in the world was it?”
“I can’t tell you that now. I will, one day.”
“No, that’s too provoking!” she protested. “Is it about Brean? Have you discovered something?”
“No, nothing. It wasn’t that,” John replied.
“Then what, pray——”