"I am coming directly," replied Lionel. And Decima went back again.
"You ought to take Jan to live at Verner's Pride," said Lucy to him, the words unconsciously proving that she had understood Lionel's allusion to it. "If he were my brother, I would not let him be always slaving himself at his profession."
"If he were your brother, Lucy, you would find that Jan would slave just as he does now, in spite of you. Were Jan to come into Verner's Pride to-morrow, through my death, I really believe he would let it, and live on where he does, and doctor the parish to the end of time."
"Will Verner's Pride go to Jan after you?"
"That depends. It would, were I to die as I am now, a single man. But I may have a wife and children some time, Lucy."
"So you may," said Lucy, filling up her tumbler from the jug of lemonade. "Please to go into the drawing-room now, or Lady Verner will be angry. Mary Elmsley's there, you know."
She gave him a saucy glance from her soft bright eyes. Lionel laughed.
"Who made you so wise about Mary Elmsley, young lady?"
"Lady Verner," was Lucy's answer, her voice subsiding into a confidential tone. "She tells us all about it, me and Decima, when we are sitting by the fire of an evening. She is to be the mistress of Verner's Pride."
"Oh, indeed," said Lionel. "She is, is she! Shall I tell you something, Lucy?"