"No matter for that," said Barnabas.
"And full of whims and fancies."
"And therefore womanly," said Barnabas.
"My dear Beverley," said the Viscount, smiling again, "I tell you the man who wins Cleone Meredith must be stronger, handsomer, richer, and more accomplished than any 'Buck,' 'Corinthian,' or 'Macaroni' of 'em all—"
"Or more determined!" added Barnabas.
"Or more determined, yes," nodded the Viscount.
"Then I shall certainly marry her—some day," said Barnabas.
Again the Viscount eyed Barnabas a while in silence, but this time, be it noted, he smiled no more.
"Hum!" said he at last, "so it seems in finding a friend I have also found myself another rival?"
"I greatly fear so," said Barnabas, and they walked on together.