and she knows it. She will complain to you least of all. She is very careful."
"She needn't be. I don't mean to make love to her again."
"I am delighted to hear it; there can be no doubt at least of your duty."
"Ah no," said Lord Warburton, gravely; "none!"
"Permit me to ask," Ralph went on, "whether it is to bring out the fact that you don't mean to make love to her that you are so very civil to the little girl?"
Lord Warburton gave a slight start; he got up and stood before the fire, blushing a little.
"Does that strike you as very ridiculous?"
"Ridiculous? Not in the least, if you really like her."
"I think her a delightful little person. I don't know when a girl of that age has pleased me more."
"She's a charming creature. Ah, she at least is genuine."
"Of course there's the difference in our ages—more than twenty years."
"My dear Warburton," said Ralph, "are you serious?"
"Perfectly serious—as far as I've got."
"I am very glad. And, heaven help us," cried Ralph, "how tickled Gilbert Osmond will be!"
His companion frowned.
"I say, don't spoil it. I shan't marry his daughter to please him."
"He will have the perversity to be pleased all the same."
"He's not so fond of me as that," said his lordship.
"As that? My dear Warburton, the drawback of your position is that people needn't be fond of you at all to wish to be connected with you. Now, with me in such a case, I should have the happy confidence that they loved me."
