"It is very likely you may," she answered. "Handsome faces like yours make fools of most women."
"And who is the lady it is to charm in this case?" he inquired, with bitter brevity.
"It is the Lady Adela Eastwood," she replied, concisely.
He gave a low whistle of incredulity.
"The Lady Adela Eastwood—the daughter of a hundred earls!" he cried. "Your ambition soars high, Aunt Lydia."
"Not too high," she replied, shaking her old head proudly, until the great red jewels in her ears flashed like drops of blood.
[CHAPTER XX.]
"Not too high," repeated Lady Lancaster, sagely. "The lords of Lancaster have married earls' daughters before to-day."