He went off, leaving her ladyship rather bewildered, but, on the whole, unimpressed.

Mr Ravenscar, in the meantime, had received Miss Grantham’s hurried note, and had read it with some amusement. It was plain that he had taken her by surprise, which was what he had meant to do; and equally plain that she had been thrown into a considerable degree of embarrassment. He more than half suspected her of having told—him that she was going into the country merely to gain time to decide on her next course of action. He wondered what this would be, and, having by this time formed a fairly accurate estimate of the lady’s character, would not have been surprised to have had the bills flung back at him without an instant’s delay on her part.

He folded her letter, and put it away. The various exigencies of the past week had precluded his paying very much attention to his half-sister, but he had noticed a certain saintliness of demeanour about that young lady which he had learnt from experience to mistrust, and thought that it might be as well to devote a little of his time to her. With this end in view, he sent up a message to her, asking whether she cared to drive out with him in the Park.

Upon receiving this message, Miss Ravenscar came down to the library, dressed for walking, and eyed him rather doubtfully. “Why do you want to take me out driving?” she asked.

“Why shouldn’t I want to?” he replied, looking up from the letter he was reading.

“Well, I don’t know,” said Arabella cautiously. “Whenever Aunt Selina invites me to drive out with her, in that stuffy barouche, it is always because she wants to read me a lecture.”

He laughed. “Belle, when have I ever done such a thing?”

“There is no saying when you might take it into your head to do so,” she answered, dimpling.

“It won’t be today. Do you mean to come with me, or not?”

“Well, I had meant to walk in the Park, with my maid, but if you would like me to come with you I will do so,” said Miss Ravenscar handsomely.

He looked at her with a sardonic gleam of comprehension in his eye. “An assignation, Belle?”

Miss Ravenscar said airily: “Oh dear me, no!”

“Little liar,” said Ravenscar, without heat.

She seemed flattered by this, and gave a gurgle.

Ravenscar had had his perch-phaeton brought round to the door, with a showy pair of chestnuts harnessed to it. His sister was delighted to find that she was to drive out in this sporting vehicle and skipped up into it, begging Ravenscar to waste no time in starting, since if her Mama were to look out of the window she would be bound to say that it was too dangerous, and forbid her to go, for fear she might be overturned. Ravenscar took this aspersion on his driving with equanimity, and they drove off in the direction of the Park. As soon as they were within the gates, Miss Ravenscar demanded to be allowed to take the ribbons. Since he had taught her to drive himself; her brother raised no objection to this, and handed them over. Perfect harmony being thus established between them, he felt it safe to ask her whether her affections were irrevocably set on Mr Grantham, of the 14th Foot. Arabella said, in accents of considerable surprise: “Kit Grantham? Good gracious, Max, no! That was a long time ago!”

“So it was,” he agreed. “At least ten days. I met the young gentleman the other night. I am glad you don’t mean to marry him. He would not do for you at all.”

“No, he is far too young,” said Arabella. “I do not think I like very young men nearly as much as older ones. Not too old, of course.”

Mr Ravenscar cast rapidly round in his mind, but was unable to think of any male between the ages of thirty and forty with whom Arabella might have come into contact. He waited hoping for a further clue.

“I like men who have been about the world a little,” said Arabella reflectively. “They are more exciting, if you know what I mean, Max.”

Mr Ravenscar thought gloomily that he knew very well what she meant. “True, but such men do not make good husbands for very young women,” he said.

Arabella turned her innocent eyes upon him. “Why don’t they, Max?”

“Well, they grow old too fast,” he explained. “Think! Before you well knew where you were you would find your husband a martyr to gout, no longer ready to go out to parties, but wanting always to sit at home over the fire.”

Miss Ravenscar looked much struck by this view of the matter. “All of them?” she asked anxiously.

“All of them,” said her brother, with great firmness.

“Oh!” Miss Ravenscar drove on in silence, evidently digesting this dictum. A barouche ahead of her, drawn by two sluggish brown horses, attracted her attention. She said, pouting a little: “Aunt Selina! Shall I go past, and pretend we did not see her?”

“Better not,” he said. “Go past, and draw up by the trees.”

She looped a rein, as he had taught her, and shot past the barouche in a very dashing style, to the evident admiration of a gentleman driving a phaeton towards them.

“I did that well, did I not?” she asked, with naive pleasure in her own skill.

“Very well.”

She drew up by a clump of trees, and waited for the barouche to come alongside. Lady Mablethorpe, impressive in a lavender bonnet, with upstanding plumes, leaned forward to exclaim: “My dear, surely that is a very dangerous carriage for you to be driving! I wonder you will let her, Max!”

“She will come to no harm,” he replied carelessly.

“I suppose you thought the same about Adrian, when you took him racing with you yesterday!” said her ladyship tartly.

His rare smile lighted his eyes suddenly. “Why, yes, ma’am, I did!”

“I think it was abominable of you! He might have been killed! I know what these curricle-races are! Next we shall have him wanting to drive in one himself!”

“I should not be at all surprised. You cannot keep him on leading-strings all his life, you know.”

She sighed. “No, but—Well, it does not signify! I must tell you, Max, that I am in hopes that a certain affair is waning.”

“Indeed! I am very glad to hear it, but what leads you to think so?”

“He has gone off to Tom Waring’s place in Berkshire for some shooting. He was in spirits too; I could see he was glad to be going. You may guess how thankful I feel!”

“He said nothing to me about this when he was with me yesterday,” remarked Ravenscar, looking rather surprised.

“It was settled only this morning. I collect that he met Tom at White’s, or some such place, and Tom asked him then.”

“I had no idea Waring was in town. In fact, I thought he was fixed in Berkshire until next month.”

“I dare say he was obliged to come up to attend to some business. I do not see what concern it is of ours. The main thing is that Adrian has been persuaded-to go out of town for a few days. I regard it as a most encouraging sign!”

“I hope it may be found so,” Ravenscar said. “Arabella, we must not keep Aunt Selina!”

“No, indeed!” said Arabella promptly.

“You mean you do not wish to keep your horses standing,” said Lady Mablethorpe dryly. “Drive on, then, but pray take care of that child, Max!”

“As though I had never handled the ribbons before!” said Arabella, as they moved forward. “Max, was she talking about Adrian’s engagement to Miss Grantham?”

“I am not aware of any engagement.”

“Oh, don’t be stuffy, Max! Adrian told me of it himself! Is my aunt still set against it?”

“Certainly she is.”

“Because she behaved so oddly at Vauxhall?”

“That, and other reasons.”

“Well, I will tell you something,” said Arabella resolutely.

“I like her.”

He turned his head to look at her. “Indeed! I should not have thought that you had had time to make up your mind in the short while you were in her company.”

“As a matter of fact,” confided Miss Ravenscar, “I met her on another occasion. Don’t be cross!”

“I am not cross. Where did you meet her?”

She cast him a look, half-mischievous, half-deprecating. “I wanted to see her for myself. So I went to visit her at her home.”

“The devil you did!” he said. “And you decided that you liked her?”

“Yes, for she was not in the least vulgar! And it is just as I told you at Vauxhall: she has the most laughing eyes!”

“They do laugh sometimes,” admitted Mr Ravenscar. “May I ask if you are in the habit of visiting her?”

“No, because she said I must not while you and my aunt disliked her so amazingly.”

“Oh, she said that, did she?”

“Yes, but I told her I should come often to see her when she was married to Adrian, and she said I might.”

“She is not going to marry Adrian.”

“I do not see why she should not. I think you are silly, and fusty, and full of prejudice!”

“I dare say you do.”

“And I may as well tell you at once, Max, that nothing would induce me to marry Adrian!”

“I never supposed that you would marry him.”

“You did not?” she exclaimed. “I quite thought that you expected it! Mama and Aunt Selina do.”

“Very likely. If you take my advice, you will not marry anyone for a year or two yet.”

She wrinkled her brow. “But I shall be almost on the shelf! Besides, I think I should like to be married.”

“When you think that you would like to be married to the same man for more than a month, Belle, tell me!” he said, smiling.

She shook her head. “It is a very awkward circumstance, my falling in love so often, Max. However, I am much wiser now than I used to be, and I dare say I shall very soon settle down.”

He said nothing for several minutes, but when they reached the gates of the Park again, he took the reins from her. “You know, Belle,” he said, “you will have a considerable fortune when you come of age.”