“She and Jack are prodigious happy together; it is most Unfashionable, but so am I happy with Dick, so there are a Pair of us, and we had best sett Fashion.
“Pray, return soon, my dear Tracy, you cannot conceive how I miss you. I was surprised you went away with Mr. Fortescue, I had no Notion you were so friendly.
With dearest Love,
Yr. Sister
Lavinia.“P.S.—’Twill interest you to hear that Miss Gunning is to marry Coventry. ’Tis all over Town this last Week.”
Slowly his Grace put the sheets together and handed them to Fortescue, who had just come into the room.
“These, from my sister, may possibly interest you, Frank.”
Fortescue read the letter through, and at the end folded it and handed it back in silence. Tracy laid it down on the table at his elbow.
“I began—wrongly,” he said.
“Yes,” assented his friend. “She was not—that kind of girl.”
“But having begun wrongly—I could not undo the wrong.”
“So you made it worse,” said Fortescue gently.
“I would have married her in all honour———”
“In your own arrogant fashion, Tracy.”
“As you say—in my own arrogant fashion, Frank. If I could go back a year—but where’s the use? I am not whining. Presently I shall return to England and make my bow to—the Countess of Wyncham. Possibly, I shall not feel one jealous qualm. One never knows. At all events—I’ll make that bow.”
“You will?” Frank looked sharply down at him. “Nothing more, Tracy! You do not purpose———”
“Nothing more. You see, Frank—I love her.”
“I crave your pardon. Yes—she would not take you, but she has, I think, made you. As I once told
