’Well, I must say, my dear, it looks rather like it, only I’ve heard the girls say that George is a great flirt.’

‘He is, but I don’t think it’s flirting in this case,’ said Mrs. Fordyce seriously.  ‘I am afraid we, or at least I, have been very indiscreet.’

’You wouldn’t approve then, Isabel?  George is a trifle vain and silly, but I never heard anything against his character.’

’I suppose not.  We would be the last to hear any such rumours.  But it isn’t fair to the girl; she has not had a chance.  Do you know what people will say of us, Tom?  That we took her away down here and shut her up among ourselves for the very purpose of matchmaking.  It is a blessing our Leonard is only a boy, but it is bad enough that it should be our nephew.’

’There’s a good deal of truth in what you say, but the world must just wag its stupid tongue.  If the thing is to be, we can’t prevent it.’

’We can, we must.  She is only a child, Tom.  I feel quite convicted of my own sinful want of observation.  I have been thinking of it all day, and my mind is made up, provided you, as her guardian, will give your consent.  She must go abroad.  Do you remember Henrietta Duncan, who married the French officer?  She is living in Bruges now, taking a few English ladies into her house.  Gladys must go there.’

Mr. Fordyce looked at his wife in profound astonishment.  He had not often heard her speak in such a very determined manner.

’Why, of course I can’t have any objections, if the child herself is willing to go,’ he said.  ’Not that I believe it will do an atom of good.  If there is a love affair in the matter, opposition is the very life of them.  Don’t you remember our own case?’ he asked, referring, with a smile, to the old romance which had kept them true through years of opposition and discouragement.

‘I haven’t forgotten it,’ she said, with an answering smile, ’only it is impossible these two in so short a time can be seriously involved.  I’ll find out this very day.’

’You are not in favour of it, Isabel, and a wilful woman must have her way.’

’It’s not altogether fear of the world’s opinion, Tom; there’s something about George I don’t—­nay, can’t like.  He is very handsome, and can be very agreeable, but I never feel that he is sincere, and he is profoundly selfish.  Even his mother says that.’

’Ay, well, she would need kind dealing, Isabel; she is a highly-strung creature,’ said the lawyer thoughtfully, and the subject dropped.

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CHAPTER XX.

PLANS.

While these golden days were speeding by the sea, Bourhill was being put in order for its young mistress.  Her interest in the alterations was very keen; there were very few days in which they did not drive to the old house, and Mrs. Fordyce was surprised alike at the common-sense and the artistic taste she displayed in that interest.