“No, of course you don’t — pray forgive me!” begged Adam. “I think you must have been talking to Wimmering?”

“No! Why?” she asked, surprised.

“It is precisely the advice he gave me: to contract a Brilliant Alliance!”

“Oh!” she said, subjecting this to profound thought. She shook her head. “No, not you. Charlotte says that when one has formed a connection the very thought of marriage to Another is repugnant.”

Adam, making the discovery that his young sister could be as embarrassing as she was amusing, replied with creditable coolness: “Does she? Well, I expect she must know better than I do, so I shan’t dispute the matter.”

“Did you see Julia when you were in London?” enquired Lydia, impervious to snubs. “The Oversleys removed from Beckenhurst at the beginning of the month, you know.” She observed the slight stiffening of his countenance, and said anxiously: “Ought I not to have mentioned it? But she told me about it herself !”

Realizing that only frankness would serve him, he said: “I don’t know what she may have told you, Lydia, but you’ll oblige me by forgetting it. We did form an attachment, but we were never betrothed. I haven’t yet called in Mount Street, but I must of course do so, when I return to town, and — well, that’s all there is to be said!”

“Do you mean that Lord Oversley won’t let Julia marry you now that you’re ruined?” she demanded.

“He would be a very bad father if he did,” he answered, as cheerfully as he could.

“Well, I think it is wickedly unjust!” she declared. “First you are obliged to settle Papa’s debts, which are no concern of yours, and now you must abandon Julia! Everything falls on you, and you are less to blame than any of us! Mama thinks she is the one to be pitied, but that’s fudge — and you may look as disapproving as you choose, Adam, but it is fudge! In fact, you are the only one of us to be pitied in the least! Mama will have her jointure, Charlotte will marry Lambert, and I have now quite made up my mind to marry a man of fortune!” She smiled warmly at him.