"Town will be a pleasant change for a time; and then the spectacle in the Park will be most brilliant, and--all the world of fashion will be there."
"And one, perhaps, whom--I don't wish to see," said she, pouting.
"One--who?"
"Lady Aberconway will be there, no doubt," she replied, with a little nervous laugh.
"What of that, in the world of London? And what now is Es--the Marchioness of Aberconway, or Aber-anything-else, to me, Winny, darling?"
"Nothing now, of course--but--but--"
"But what?"
"I cannot forget that she has been something to you."
"Never what you are now," said I, clasping her to my breast with one arm, and kissing her on the eyes and hair.
"You pet me too much, Harry, and I fear will quite spoil me," said she, laughing merrily again.