Lady Mary went on:  “It is not from curiosity that I ask, but from a very real and deep interest.  Your dear mother used so often to talk of your future.  Her love for you was very wonderful, Betty.”

I looked away to the purple hills and longed to escape, but she laid her hand on mine with a gentle pressure.  “I liked him so much.  His gentle chivalry appealed to me; it is a thing one does not meet every day.  Some one, I remember, described him as being as hard as nails and full of sentiment, which was a charming description of a delightful character and a rare combination.  All women, I think, would have their heroes strong, and the sentiment makes all the difference in life.  If it is money, Betty dear, as I imagine it is, that must come right.  It was money?”

“His father got into difficulties, no fault of his own, that — and friends made mischief.”

“And he is helping his father,” continued Lady Mary.  “And while he is doing that, he thinks he has no right to bind a woman.”

How could I say when I didn’t know?  “Men make that mistake; they forget how much easier it is for a woman to wait bound than to be free, not knowing.  They don’t distinguish between the woman who wants to get married and the woman who loves.  Remember, Betty, how hard it must be for him.  I am not sure that his is not the harder part.”

“If he cares,” I said.

“I am sure he cares,” said Lady Mary softly.  “There are secrets that are not mine, Betty, but there is one that is —­ the money shall come right.  I had been looking out for a hero for some time when I met yours.  This is strictly between ourselves, and you must remember that all my young people are so ludicrously well off, that an old woman doing as she likes with her own will do no one any harm.  If I had had children, that, of course, would have made a difference.  To me, who have lived the quiet life I have lately lived, the soldier, the man of action, appeals very strongly.  Much as I love this place, it seems to me that I should love it still more if it came as quiet after a storm, a haven of rest after the battle of life.”

Then she spoke of Diana.  “Hers is a wonderful character, and I often think how beautiful it is that she should follow your dear mother at Hames.”

“You feel that?” I said.

“Very, very strongly, dear.  How happy it must have made her to feel that her grandchildren should have such a mother.  I may be wrong, and you will smile at an old woman’s prejudice and think that she is looking back with prejudiced eyes into that wonderful past which is always so much better than any present.  I am not, but still it seems to me that Diana has something that all young people have not got nowadays, a reverence for the old, an admiration for the good, and a pity for the poor and distressed.  These things take you far through life, dear, and, combined with her wonderful vitality and beauty, make her a power.