I don't know what to make of her since we came up.
She's not putting her heart into things."
Lord Valleys answered almost sulkily:
"It's the heat probably--or Claud Harbinger." In spite of his easy-going
parentalism, he disliked the thought of losing the child whom he so
affectionately admired.
"Ah!" said Lady Valleys slowly, "I'm not so sure."
"How do you mean?"
"There's something queer about her. I'm by no means certain she hasn't
got some sort of feeling for that Mr. Courtier."
"What!" said Lord Valleys, growing most unphilosophically red.
"Exactly!"
"Confound it, Gertrude, Miltoun's business was quite enough for one
year."
"For twenty," murmured Lady Valleys. "I'm watching her. He's going to
Persia, they say."
"And leaving his bones there, I hope," muttered Lord Valleys. "Really,
it's too much. I should think you're all wrong, though."
Lady Valleys raised her eyebrows. Men were very queer about such things!
Very queer and worse than helpless!
"Well," she said, "I must go to my meeting. I'll take her, and see if I
can get at something," and she went away.
It was the inaugural meeting of the Society for the Promotion of the
Birth Rate, over which she had promised to preside. The scheme was one
in which she had been prominent from the start, appealing as it did to
her large and full-blooded nature.
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