to subject your happiness to such a necessity as that. It is not because she is without fortune—"
"Then why is it? At breakfast you were singing her praises, and saying how excellent she is."
"If I were forced to put my objection into one word, I should say—" and then she paused, hardly daring to encounter the frown which was already gathering itself on her son's brow.
"You would say what?" said Lord Lufton, almost roughly.
"Don't be angry with me, Ludovic; all that I think, and all that I say on this subject, I think and say with only one object—that of your happiness. What other motive can I have for any thing in this world?" And then she came close to him and kissed him.
"But tell me, mother, what is this objection; what is this terrible word that is to sum up the list of all poor Lucy's sins, and prove that she is unfit for married life?"
"Ludovic, I did not say that. You know that I did not."
"What is the word, mother?"
And then at last Lady Lufton spoke it out. "She is—insignificant. I believe her to be a very good girl, but she is not qualified to fill the high position to which you would exalt her."
"Insignificant!"
"Yes, Ludovic, I think so."
"Then, mother, you do not know her. You must permit me to say that you are talking of a girl whom you do not know. Of all the epithets of opprobrium which the English language could give you, that would be nearly the last which she would deserve."
"I have not intended any opprobrium."
"Insignificant!"
"Perhaps you do not quite understand me, Ludovic."
"I know what insignificant means, mother."
"I think that she would not worthily fill the position which your wife should take in the world."
"I understand what you say."
"She would not do you honor at the head of your table."
"Ah! I understand. You want me to marry some bouncing Amazon, some pink and white giantess of fashion, who would frighten the little people into their proprieties."
