“Of course I should. Your souvenirs——”
Baltazar beamed on them till they left the drawing-room.
“It’s the best day’s work I ever did for Godfrey,” said he.
“What?”
“Getting him in with Lady Edna. A young fellow wants a clever woman to shepherd him. Does him no end of good. Broadens his mind.”
“Mayn’t it be a bit dangerous?” Marcelle hazarded.
“Dangerous? Suppose he does think himself in love with her? All the better. Keeps him out of mischief.”
“But she might possibly fall in love with him too.”
Wise in the hermit’s theoretic wisdom, he dismissed such an absurdity with a scornful laugh.
“That type of woman can’t fall in love. She’s of the earth earthly, of the world worldly. Otherwise she couldn’t have married that rat of a Donnithorpe.”