It was quite understood--oh, two years ago.
And I think I wished I had the money--then."
"And you don't wish it now?"
A slight shake of Edith's small, shapely head served
for answer. After a little, she spoke in a musing tone:
"He is going to have money of his own, very soon, but I
don't think it would attract me now. I like him personally,
of course, but--there is no career, no ambition, no future."
"A Viscount has future enough behind him," observed Celia.
"It doesn't attract me," the other repeated, vaguely.
"He is handsome, and clever, and kind and all that--but he
would never appeal to any of the great emotions--nor be
capable of them himself He is too smooth, too well-balanced,
too much the gentleman. That expresses it badly--but
do you see what I mean?"
Celia turned, and studied the beautiful profile beside her,
in a steady, comprehending look.
"Yes, I think I see what you mean," she said,
with significance in her tone.
Lady Cressage flushed, and released herself from her
companion's arm. "But I don't know myself what I mean!"
she exclaimed, despairingly, as she moved away. "I don't
know!--I don't know!"
CHAPTER XIV
ON the last day of February, Mrs. Dabney was surprised
if not exhilarated by a visit from her two children
in the little book-shop.
"It's the last day in the world that I should have
thought you'd 'a' come out on," she told them,
in salutation--and for comment they all glanced along
the dark narrow alley of shelves to the street window.
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