“The same.” “And the man who bought Cloudsley’s yacht _Carinthia_, and then exchanged her for the _Meteor_, that won the Cowes cup two years ago?” continued Grenfell, who was watching the altered expression of the other’s face, as he learned that he was the guest of one so closely allied in intimacy with one of the leaders of fashion; for though the Ladarelles were rich people, and well placed in society, Vyner moved in a set, and associated with a class, quite apart from, and above them. “I never met Vyner,” said Ladarelle, carelessly. “He is the man I am most intimate with in the world. We chummed together at Cambridge, travelled together, and would have stood side by side in public life together, if I had not been too indolent to fag at official drudgery. But here comes dinner;” and taking his guest’s arm, he led him away literally captive--so completely was he overcome by the news that he was dining with the great Sir Gervais Vyner’s dearest friend and oldest companion. Now, though the Ladarelles were not in that class to which Grenfell aspired, and with whom he hoped one day to see himself, they were on the direct road to it. They occupied what represented an intermediate territory, through which he must pass; and he set himself patiently to cultivate their good opinion--secretly cherishing the hope that a time would come when he could afford to be indifferent to it. The dinner was exquisite; and young Ladarelle enjoyed, not alone the good cheer, but the freedom of being alone with one to whom he could talk without any reserve. “You don’t half know what a charity you’ve done,” said he, “in asking me here to-day. That dreary old place was killing me. My governor is not what people call jolly. Old Sir Within is about the greatest prig I ever met; and as for the ward, she is either insufferably impertinent, or downright under bred.” “She is exceedingly beautiful, however,” said Grenfell, smiling. “At times--yes; I’ll not dispute that. But she has a something half supercilious, half silly, occasionally, that I don’t like. Do you think her clever?” “I have no means of knowing.. I never met her till yesterday. Old Wardle declares that there never was her equal--that she learns whatever she likes, without any labour; but it’s easy enough to understand infatuation at his age, and he _does_ seem to admire her vastly,” said Grenfell, slowly. “I’d say the old fellow was madly in love with her, if the idea was not too absurd; not that it would be a laughing matter for me, though--very far from it.” “How do you mean?” “I told you last night, that if he were to marry, he can charge the estate with a settlement. But that’s not the whole of it. Sir Hugh Rivers says that, if he should have a direct heir! O, yes--it’s all very fine laughing; but the world has seen some such cases.” “Very true,” said Grenfell; “and we all know what Lord Stowell said of them.”