"Miss Grant had a great many lovers, I suppose," she said at length.
"I don't know—yes—probably—perhaps not. Just look at plan four, and give me the length of line A-Q."
"One inch—three inches—six feet. If you don't answer my question, I shall not answer yours," said Mary, laying her head down on the table.
Vane laughed, and looked out the reference himself.
"She was married at twenty, you goose; so it is not probable that she had many declared lovers."
"What sort of man was Lord Sackvil?"
"Lift up your head and go to work and I will tell you—there. Lord Sackvil was a clever, kindly man of about forty-five, rich but fond of diplomatic life. He came to Washington on a special mission. Amelia met him in society, mirrored his cleverness, and kindliness, and diplomacy, and married him after an engagement of three weeks."
"Was the marriage a happy one?"
"I don't know—I never asked—I don't care. Stop asking questions; I'm sick of the subject."
"I verily believe she has come. I hear voices in the garden," cried Mary, springing from her seat and running to the window. "Yes; it must be Lady Sackvil, talking with Flora under the trees. There, she turned and looked at me. Oh! do come here; she is very lovely."