“Oh, but some very famous diplomatists have been bachelors,” she said, still smiling.
She mentioned two or three.
“Yes, yes, I know, I know,” he rejoined. “But it is really a great handicap. If anyone needs a brilliant wife it is an ambassador.”
“You think Mr. Craven is destined to become an ambassador?”
“I don’t see why not—in the fullness of time, of course. Perhaps you don’t know how ambitious and hard-working he is.”
“I know really very little about him.”
“His abilities are excellent. Learington has a great opinion of him.”
“And so you think Beryl would suit him!”
“It just occurred to me. I wouldn’t say more than that. I have a horror of matchmaking.”
“Of course. Like all of us! Well, you may be right. She seemed to like him. You don’t want me to do anything, I suppose?”