"Oh yes, quite so; if it is equal to her with which she dances," said Lady Lufton.
"Quite equal, I should think—unless it be that Dumbello is longer-winded than I am."
"I am sorry to hear you speak of her in that way, Ludovic."
"Why sorry, mother?"
"Because I had hoped—that you and she would have liked each other." This she said in a serious tone of voice, tender and sad, looking up into his face with a plaintive gaze, as though she knew that she were asking of him some great favor.
"Yes, mother, I have known that you have wished that."
"You have known it, Ludovic!"
"Oh dear, yes; you are not at all sharp at keeping your secrets from me. And, mother, at one time, for a day or so, I thought that I could oblige you. You have been so good to me that I would almost do any thing for you."
"Oh no, no, no," she said, deprecating his praise, and the sacrifice which he seemed to offer of his own hopes and aspirations. "I would not for worlds have you do so for my sake. No mother ever had a better son, and my only ambition is for your happiness."
"But, mother, she would not make me happy. I was mad enough for a moment to think that she could do so—for a moment I did think so. There was one occasion on which I would have asked her to take me, but—"
"But what, Ludovic?"
"Never mind; it passed away; and now I shall never ask her. Indeed, I do not think she would have me. She is ambitious, and flying at higher game than I am. And I must say this for her, that she knows well what she is doing, and plays her cards as though she had been born with them in her hand."
"You will never ask her?"
"No, mother; had I done so, it would have been for love of you—only for love of you."
"I would not for worlds that you should do that."
"Let her have Dumbello; she will make an excellent wife for him—just the wife that he will want. And you—you will have been so good to her in assisting her to such a matter."
"But, Ludovic, I am so anxious to see you settled."
