that of age and fortune, and made Jackson Lemon feel at the end of three minutes almost as if he too were a beautifully preserved and somewhat straitened nobleman of sixty, with the views of a man of the world about his own marriage. The young American perceived that Lord Canterville waived the point of his having spoken first to the girl herself, and saw in this indulgence a just concession to the ardor of young affection. For Lord Canterville seemed perfectly to appreciate the sentimental side,—at least so far as it was embodied in his visitor,—when he said without deprecation: "Did she give you any encouragement?"
"Well, she did n't box my ears. She told me that she would think of it, but that I must speak to you. But naturally I should n't have said what I did to her if I had n't made up my mind during the last fortnight that I am not disagreeable to her."
"Ah, my dear young man, women are odd cattle!" Lord Canterville exclaimed, rather unexpectedly. "But of course you know all that," he added in an instant; "you take the general risk."
"I am perfectly willing to take the general risk; the particular risk is small."
"Well, upon my honor I don't really know my girls. You see a man's time, in England, is tremendously taken up; but I dare say it's the same in your country. Their mother knows them—I think I had better send for their mother. If you don't mind I 'll just suggest that she join us here."
