"So that is what her vocation amounts to!"
"My dear Douglas! what does she know of life? She is a child——"
"Precisely, and her father is another. God bless my soul! Monteith's son must marry an heiress."
Lady Munro did not pursue the subject; she had something else to talk of. She rose presently, and walked across the room.
"Douglas," she said, stopping idly before the glass, "I wish you would give me your recipe for looking youthful. You will soon look younger than your wife."
"Nonsense," he said gruffly, but he smiled. His wife did not often make pretty speeches now-a-days. As it happened she was looking particularly young that night, too. Perhaps that fact had struck her, and had suggested the remark.
For half an hour they chatted together, as they might have done in the old, old days, and then——
And then Lady Munro broached the subject of the boy at Monte Carlo.