“The same notion has occurred to me; but I have never questioned her, and she has said nothing to me. To whom do you suppose she is attached?—to Chetwynd?”
“No; it is only surmise on my part. But still I think I am right.”
“If she won't accept Lord Courland, it will be monstrously provoking after all my trouble. He has met her every day for nearly a fortnight, and the affair has not advanced a single step. She seems to like his society, but nothing more, and he appears just as much pleased with Mildred as he is with her.”
“Have you tried to bring him to the point? Have you spoken to him?”
“No; my nephew, Scrope Danvers, is strangely averse to such a course.”
“He is wrong. Pardon me if I say you ought to come to an immediate understanding.”
“But Scrope advises me to proceed very cautiously.”
“There may be excess of caution as well as too little. Something must be done. I will speak to his lordship if you like.”
“I shall feel immensely obliged if you will. I should like to place the affair in your hands. I am confident you will manage it better than I can.”
“I shall be able to put questions to him that your ladyship could not. Is he coming here to-day, may I ask?”