Lady Betty and the Viscount were approaching them, quarrelling as usual, she bright-eyed and flushed of cheek, he handsome, debonair and unutterably serene.
"A truly noble pair, dear Major!" sighed Lady Belinda.
"Indeed, yes, mam!"
"'Twould be an excellent match?"
"Excellent!"
"Both so well suited, so rich, so handsome——"
"And so—young, mam!"
"O sir, I yearn to have 'em married!" The Major was silent. "'Twould tame her wildness, I warrant. How think you?"
"Belike it would, madam."
"Then let us conspire together for their good, dear sir! Let us wed 'em as soon as may be—come?"