It was just like the imperious nature of Lady Camper to summon him in the evening to terminate the conversation of the morning, from the visible pitfall of which he had beaten a rather precipitate retreat.  But if his daughter cordially wished him success, and Lady Camper offered him the crown of it, why then he had only to pluck up spirit, like a good commander who has to pass a fordable river in the enemy’s presence; a dash, a splash, a rattling volley or two, and you are over, established on the opposite bank.  But you must be positive of victory, otherwise, with the river behind you, your new position is likely to be ticklish.  So the General entered Lady Camper’s drawing-room warily, watching the fair enemy.  He knew he was captivating, his old conquests whispered in his ears, and her reception of him all but pointed to a footstool at her feet.  He might have fallen there at once, had he not remembered a hint that Mr. Reginald Rolles had dropped concerning Lady Camper’s amazing variability.

Lady Camper began.

’General, you ran away from me this morning.  Let me speak.  And, by the way, I must reproach you; you should not have left it to me.  Things have now gone so far that I cannot pretend to be blind.  I know your feelings as a father.  Your daughter’s happiness . . .’

‘My lady,’ the General interposed, ’I have her distinct assurance that it is, I say it is wrapt up in mine.’

’Let me speak.  Young people will say anything.  Well, they have a certain excuse for selfishness; we have not.  I am in some degree bound to my nephew; he is my sister’s son.’

’Assuredly, my lady.  I would not stand in his light, be quite assured.  If I am, I was saying if I am not mistaken, I . . . and he is, or has the making of an excellent soldier in him, and is likely to be a distinguished cavalry officer.’

‘He has to carve his own way in the world, General.’

’All good soldiers have, my lady.  And if my position is not, after a considerable term of service, I say if . . .’

‘To continue,’ said Lady Camper:  ’I never have liked early marriages.  I was married in my teens before I knew men.  Now I do know them, and now . . . .’

The General plunged forward:  ’The honour you do us now:—­a mature experience is worth:—­my dear Lady Camper, I have admired you:—­and your objection to early marriages cannot apply to . . . indeed, madam, vigour, they say . . . though youth, of course . . . yet young people, as you observe . . . and I have, though perhaps my reputation is against it, I was saying I have a natural timidity with your sex, and I am grey-headed, white-headed, but happily without a single malady.’

Lady Camper’s brows showed a trifling bewilderment.  ’I am speaking of these young people, General Ople.’

’I consent to everything beforehand, my dear lady.  He should be, I say Mr. Rolles should be provided for.’

‘So should she, General, so should Elizabeth.’