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"You have already spoken to Dale on the subject?" I asked, mindful of
the inharmonious socks and tie.
"I can talk to him of nothing else," said Lady Kynnersley desperately.
"That's a pity," said I. "You should talk to him of Heaven, or pigs, or
Babylonic cuneiform--anything but Lola Brandt. You ought to go to work
on a different system."
"But I haven't a system at all," cried the poor lady. "How was I to
foresee that my only son was going to fall in love with a circus rider?
These are contingencies in life for which one, with all the thought in
the world, can make no provision. I had arranged, as you know, that
he should marry Maisie Ellerton, as charming a girl as ever there was.
Isn't she? And an independent fortune besides."
"A rosebud wrapped in a gold leaf," I murmured.
"Now he's breaking the child's heart----"
"There was never any engagement between them, I am sure of that," I
remarked.
"There wasn't. But I gave her to understand it was a settled
affair--merely a question of Dale speaking.


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