"Thanks! Her mother's people are French, and I know little about them; and, save yourself, I can claim friendship with few in England. She will be poor; I have settled on her all I am worth—some three hundred a year; and you, Lady Thetford, you can teach her, when she grows up, to catch a rich husband."
She took no notice of the taunt; she looked only too happy to render him this service.
"I am so pleased! She will be such a nice companion for Rupert. How old is she?"
"Nearly four."
"Is she here?"
"No; she is in London. I will fetch her down in a day or two."
"What do you call her?"
"Mabel—after her mother. Then it is settled, Lady Thetford, I am to fetch her?"
"I shall be delighted! But won't you dine with me?"
"No. I must catch the evening train. Farewell, Lady Thetford, and many thanks! In three days I will be here again."