“I had the declaration from Miss Barfleur's own lips,” he replied, “and was requested to repeat it to your ladyship. I am also permitted to mention a circumstance that will prevent any discussion on the subject.”
“You are not about to tell me she is engaged, I hope, Sir Bridgnorth?” said her ladyship, manifesting fresh alarm.
“Such is the fact,” he replied, quietly. “It is desirable you should know the truth.”
“It is proper I should know the whole truth, Sir Bridgnorth,” she rejoined. “To whom is my niece engaged? Speak frankly.”
“To Chetwynd Calverley,” he replied without hesitation.
Lady Thicknesse did not seem much surprised, for she expected the answer; but she said, in a haughty, decided tone:
“That union can never take place!”
A slight smile played on Sir Bridgnorth's kindly countenance.
“I do not see how it can be prevented,” he said. “She is an heiress, and Lady Barfleur's consent has been obtained.”
Lady Thicknesse looked thunderstruck, and remained silent for a few moments, and then said: