Part 2 (1/2)

”But”--Lady Gore checked herself on the verge of saying, ”I don't think he has,” as she suddenly realised what image was called up by the mention of Rachel's possible husband--”but she might marry some one who hasn't,” she ended lamely.

”Oh dear me, yes,” said Sir William, ”there is time enough for that; she is very young after all.”

”She is twenty-two,” said Lady Gore. ”Perhaps that is young in these days when women don't seem to marry until they are nearly thirty. But I don't think it is a good plan to wait so long.”

”I don't think it's a bad one,” said Sir William; ”they know their own minds at any rate.”

”They have known half a dozen of their own minds,” said Lady Gore. ”I think it is much better for a girl to marry before she knows that there is an alternative to the mind she has got, such as it is.”

Sir William smiled, but did not think it worth while to argue the point.

It was not his province, but her mother's, to guide Rachel's career, and he was content to remain in comfortable ignorance of the complications of the female heart of a younger generation. However, he was not allowed to remain in that detached att.i.tude, for Lady Gore, with the subject uppermost in her mind preoccupying her to the exclusion of everything else, could not help adding, ”You often see Mr. Rendel at parties, when you and Rachel go out, I mean?”

”Rendel? Yes,” said Gore indifferently. ”Why?”

Lady Gore did not explain. ”I like him,” she said.

”Oh yes, so do I,” said Gore, without enthusiasm. ”I don't agree with him, of course. I asked him one day what his Chief was about, and told him he ought to put the brake on.”

”Did he seem pleased at that?” said Lady Gore, smiling.

”He will have to hear it, I'm afraid,” said Gore, ”whether it pleases him or not.”

”I must say,” said Lady Gore, ”I can't help admiring Lord Stamfordham. I do like a man who is strong, and this man is head and shoulders above other people.”

”Head and shoulders above little people perhaps,” said Sir William.

”Mr. Rendel says that when once one is caught up in Lord Stamfordham's train, it is impossible not to follow him.”

”Rendel!” said Sir William. ”Oh, of course, if you're going to listen to what Stamfordham's hangers-on say....”

”Oh, William, please!” said Lady Gore. ”Don't say that sort of thing about Mr. Rendel.”

”Why?” said Sir William, amazed. ”Why am I to speak of Rendel with bated breath?”

”Because ... suppose--suppose he were to be your son-in-law some day?”

”Oh,” said Sir William, staring at her, ”is that what you are thinking of?”

”Mind--mind you don't say it,” cried Lady Gore.

”_I_ shan't say it, certainly,” cried Sir William, still bewildered; ”but has he said it? That's more to the point.”

”He hasn't yet,” she admitted.

”Well, he never struck me in that light, I must say,” said Sir William.

”I always thought it was you he adored.”

”_Cela n'empeche pas_,” said Lady Gore, laughing.

”I daresay he would do very well,” said Sir William, who, as he further considered the question, was by no means insensible to the advantages of the suggestion put before him; ”it is only his politics that are against him.”