Mistress Forest heaved a little sigh of relief, and her cheeks began to tone down to something like their natural crimson; they _had_ been purple with the apprehension of what my Lady might have said upon the subject of age. “Now, what is it,” pursued my Lady, “which has produced this confidence in an almost entire stranger? Do you know anything of his former life, which may be a guarantee to you for the stability of your future? Have you ever met a single individual who is acquainted with it in any way? For all you know, this man may have been a”---- “My Lady!” For a moment, the relative position of Mentor and pupil were exchanged; there was a quiet power about the waiting-maid's rebuke, for which an archbishop would have given more than his blessing, if he could only have incorporated it into a “charge.” “You are right, Mary,” said my Lady frankly; “let us only speak of what is within our own knowledge. Does this man's own conduct, then, give any promise of lasting happiness to the woman who may become his wife? Is he sober?” “I believe he is fond of a glass, my Lady, as most men are who have no home, or people to look after them. If he had a wife, he would never go to the public-house at all, perhaps--he tells me so himself.” My Lady smiled faintly. “Is he industrious and provident, Mary?” “He has earned his money hardly enough, my Lady, and it seems only natural that he should now spend a little in enjoying himself.” “But not fling his money to left and right--I use your own words, dear Mary--and treat every chance-companion he comes across to liquor. Do you suppose that at his age he is likely to change habits of this sort?” “I am not aware, my Lady, that his age is anything against him,” replied the waiting-maid coldly. “He is not so like to run through his money as if he were younger, and particularly when he has got some one to provide for beside himself. And indeed, so far as money goes, he has thousands of pounds; and if all goes well with him--and something has occurred to-day about which he has sent me a line by hand, dear fellow, by which it has been made almost certain that things _will_ go well--he will be a very rich man indeed after a week or two. There is some great race on Epsom Downs”---- “O Mary, how can you talk so cheerfully of money acquired in that way. If it is won to-day, it is lost to-morrow; and even if it were not so, do you know that it is gained from those who can ill afford to lose it, and who, having lost it, often turn to wicked ways?”