He fingered the ends of his long tie.
"For myself," he lifted his shoulders, "I could get the appointment at Venice, easily, and the place in Ireland would pay some of them; I do not know what Marius will expect."
"Poor Marius!" she echoed softly. "Remember he is only a boy, Rose."
She stepped into the open now; he following.
"A Lyndwood, too—there is the army, or I would give him the estate in Genoa."
"He says it is worth nothing," cried Miss Chressham, trembling—"and in Italy!"
Lord Lyndwood had no reply to that; he wrapped his cloak about him, and his cousin preceded him down the steps.
For a little while they went along the avenue in silence, she holding up her dress, he swinging his gloves.
"Will you tell them to-night?" she asked.
"I must get back to London as soon as may be;" he glanced up at the great chestnut leaves that hid the stars—"to-night? Gad, I suppose so."