"A pleasant and sensible method of spending your time," he
continued; "and, strange to say, it is on that very subject I
wish to speak to you. Your attentions to Miss Charteris--"

"My attentions!" cried Ronald. "You are mistaken. I have never
paid any."

"You need have no fear this time," said Lord Earle. "Your mother
tells me of the numerous comments made last evening on your long
tete-a-tete in the conservatory. I know some of your secrets.
There can be no doubt that Miss Charteris has a great regard for
you. I sent for you to say that, far from my again offering any
opposition to your marriage, the dearest wish of my heart will be
gratified when I call Valentine Charteris my daughter."

He paused for a reply, but none came. Ronald's face had grown
strangely pale.

"We never named our wish to you," continued Lord Earle, "but
years ago your mother and I hoped you would some day love Miss
Charteris. She is very beautiful; she is the truest, noblest,
the best woman I know. I am proud of your choice, Ronald--more
proud than words can express."

Still Ronald made no reply, and Lady Earle looked up at him
quickly.

"You need not fear for Valentine," she said. "I must not betray
any secrets; she likes you, Ronald; I will say no more. If you