“Does your father know you mean to marry Miss Baldwin?”
“No, I have never mentioned marriage to him. That will come in good time.”
“And do you think he will approve?”
“I don’t know. He is full of old-fashioned prejudices; but I don’t see how he can object to my marrying into one of the county families.”
“Don’t you think it will be more like Miss Baldwin marrying out of one of the county families? I’m afraid from what I know of her brother and of old Lady Baldwin they would both want her to marry money.”
“I suppose they have wanted that for the last four or five years,” answered Harrington; “but it has not come off, and they must be satisfied if she chooses to marry for love.”
“Well, I mustn’t plague you any more, Harry. I see your heart is too deeply involved. I hope Miss Baldwin is a nicer girl than I have ever thought her. Girls are sometimes prejudiced against each other.”
“Occasionally,” said Harrington, with satirical emphasis.
Lucy finished “Batti, batti,” with a final chord in the bass and a final twirl in the treble, and was pronounced by her grandmother to have achieved wonders.
“Her time is a little uncertain,” her mother remarked modestly; “but she has a magnificent ear. You should see her run to the window when there is an organ in the street.”