Trant nodded. "Aye. She likes running in harness no more'n he."

"Exactly. But whether they like it or not, I see this as my duty, Trant. As I've said before, I don't believe it's my place to criticize Ruthven, but in this particular area I feel he's allowing his natural indolence to lead him to neglect his obligations to his name and to the family. He must marry and set up his nursery-he's thirty-four years gone and has shown no signs whatever of succumbing to Cupid's darts."

"Mind you," Henrietta declared, warming to her theme, “I freely admit that susceptibility on his part would be the most desirable avenue to pursue, but we cannot base our plans on improbabilities. No! We must do what we can to, very tactfully, promote a match between them. Antonia is now my responsibility, whatever she may think. And as for Ruthven-" Henrietta paused to lay a hand on her ample bosom "-I consider it my sacred duty to his sainted father to see him comfortably established."

Chapter Two

Atprecisely six o'clock, Philip stood before the mirror above the mantelpiece in the drawing-room, idly checking his cravat. It was the household's habit to gather there during the half-hour preceding dinner; Henrietta, however, rarely made it down much in advance of Fenton's appearance.

Focusing on his reflection, Philip grimaced. Dropping his hands, he surveyed the room. When no distraction offered, he fell to pacing.

The latch clicked. Philip halted, straightening, conscious of a surge of expectation-which remained unfulfilled. A boy-or was it a young man?-came diffidently into the room. He stopped when he saw him.