Henry's eyes travelled back to Isabel, and rested on her with admiration—not, however, untinged by a certain trace of doubt.
"You must forgive me," he said again, "but at present I haven't even the pleasure of knowing your name."
"Isabel," repeated Tony, "Isabel Francis. It's a nice name, isn't it?"
To this inquiry Henry returned no answer.
"Are you any relation of Sir George Francis of Laurence Weston?" he asked.
Isabel shook her head. "I don't think so," she replied simply.
"As a matter of fact," said Tony, "Isabel has no relations at all. That's one of her chief charms."
"No relations at all!" exclaimed Henry in an aghast and incredulous voice.
"Not one," said Tony firmly. "But you needn't worry about that, Henry. Our engagement has the warm approval of both Aunt Fanny and Guy."
"That's quite right," said Lady Jocelyn, nodding her head. "I think Tony is a great deal luckier than he deserves."