Lethbury sank back with a gasp.  Was it genius or was it madness?  He felt incompetent to decide; and Mrs. Lethbury’s next words showed that she shared his difficulty.

“Of course I don’t want to hurry Jane—­”

“Of course not,” he acquiesced.

“But I pointed out to her that a young man of Mr. Budd’s impulsive temperament might—­might be easily discouraged—­”

“Yes; and what did she say?”

“She said that if she was worth winning she was worth waiting for.”

VI

The period of Mr. Budd’s probation could scarcely have cost him as much mental anguish as it caused his would-be parents-in-law.

Mrs. Lethbury, by various ruses, tried to shorten the ordeal, but Jane remained inexorable; and each morning Lethbury came down to breakfast with the certainty of finding a letter of withdrawal from her discouraged suitor.

When at length the decisive day came, and Mrs. Lethbury, at its close, stole into the library with an air of chastened joy, they stood for a moment without speaking; then Mrs. Lethbury paid a fitting tribute to the proprieties by faltering out:  “It will be dreadful to have to give her up—­”

Lethbury could not repress a warning gesture; but even as it escaped him, he realized that his wife’s grief was genuine.

“Of course, of course,” he said, vainly sounding his own emotional shallows for an answering regret.  And yet it was his wife who had suffered most from Jane!

He had fancied that these sufferings would be effaced by the milder atmosphere of their last weeks together; but felicity did not soften Jane.  Not for a moment did she relax her dominion:  she simply widened it to include a new subject.  Mr. Budd found himself under orders with the others; and a new fear assailed Lethbury as he saw Jane assume prenuptial control of her betrothed.  Lethbury had never felt any strong personal interest in Mr. Budd; but, as Jane’s prospective husband, the young man excited his sympathy.  To his surprise, he found that Mrs. Lethbury shared the feeling.

“I’m afraid he may find Jane a little exacting,” she said, after an evening dedicated to a stormy discussion of the wedding arrangements.  “She really ought to make some concessions.  If he wants to be married in a black frock-coat instead of a dark gray one—­” She paused and looked doubtfully at Lethbury.

“What can I do about it?” he said.

“You might explain to him—­tell him that Jane isn’t always—­”

Lethbury made an impatient gesture.  “What are you afraid of?  His finding her out or his not finding her out?”

Mrs. Lethbury flushed.  “You put it so dreadfully!”

Her husband mused for a moment; then he said with an air of cheerful hypocrisy:  “After all, Budd is old enough to take care of himself.”

But the next day Mrs. Lethbury surprised him.  Late in the afternoon she entered the library, so breathless and inarticulate that he scented a catastrophe.