"Yes; but she shall do it yet."
"Upon my word," said Percy Beaumont, "if she gets much more frightened I believe she will." Lord Lambeth looked at him, and he went on. "She will go to the girl herself."
"How do you mean she will go to her?"
"She will beg her off, or she will bribe her. She will take strong measures."
Lord Lambeth turned away in silence, and his companion watched him take twenty steps and then slowly return. "I have invited Mrs. Westgate and Miss Alden to Branches," he said, "and this evening I shall name a day."
"And shall you invite your mother and your sisters to meet them?"
"Explicitly!"
"That will set the Duchess off," said Percy Beaumont. "I suspect she will come."
"She may do as she pleases."
Beaumont looked at Lord Lambeth. "You do really propose to marry the little sister, then?"
"I like the way you talk about it!" cried the young man. "She won't gobble me down; don't be afraid."
"She won't leave you on your knees," said Percy Beaumont. "What is the inducement?"
"You talk about proposing: wait till I have proposed," Lord Lambeth went on.
