“Would Charlotte Pain be one worthy to be won by George Godolphin?” quietly spoke Janet.
“Rumour says she has thirty thousand charms,” nodded Sir George.
“I never would marry for money, if I were George,” cried Cecil indignantly. “And, papa, I do not see so much beauty in Charlotte Pain. I do not like her style.”
“Cecil, did you ever know one pretty girl like the ‘style’ of another?” asked George.
“Nonsense! But you can’t call Charlotte Pain much of a girl, George. She is as old as you, I know. She’s six and twenty, if she’s a day.”
“Possibly,” carelessly replied George Godolphin.
“Did she ride well to-day, George?” inquired his father.
“She always rides well, sir,” replied George.
“I wish I had invited her to dinner!” said Lady Godolphin.
“I wish you had,” assented Sir George.