"And who is the object I am to pursue? What’s her name?" I could not resist this little play on his awkward phrase. "I wish, Ferdinand, you wouldn’t catch up my words in that way and distort them. I meant project, of course. As a matter of fact, I am disposed to abandon in your favour the project I once had in regard to—Mrs. Curwen." There was a last hesitation in mentioning the name, and a little flush of colour gave further evidence of his momentary awkwardness; but having got it out, he went on rapidly and talked himself out of his embarrassment, giving me a variety of reasons for his decision, and plenty more for my adopting the suggestion. "Have you somebody else in your eye, then, Lascelles?" I asked, quietly, when he had exhausted himself. "I think that’s a very coarse remark, Ferdinand—quite vulgar; and I am surprised at it." Perhaps he was right to be shocked, but he reddened so nervously that I could see I had hit the target; and for the life of me I couldn’t help smiling. "I can’t say that Madrid has improved you," he cried, angrily, seeing the smile. "I am inspired by no feeling but a sincere desire for the welfare of one of the family; but you must do as you please." "It’s all right, Lascelles, and no doubt you mean well. But I’m not going to marry Mrs. Curwen or any one else for her money; and I am going back to Madrid. Is there anything more?" and I got up to show I had had enough. "No, there’s nothing more, as you put it. But, of course, if you place yourself at once in opposition to my wishes, you can’t expect me to——" "Don’t bother to finish the sentence. When I turn beggar I won’t hold out my cap to you. Don’t let us quarrel. I went to Madrid to please you and help your plans, and I’m going back to please myself. And you’ll be interested to know that the most powerful Minister in Spain at this moment wishes to be a close friend of mine, and his house always stands open to me. I mean Sebastian Quesada." "I’m unfeignedly glad to hear it, Ferdinand," cried my brother, instantly appeased. "And if I can do anything to push your fortunes over there, of course my influence is at your command." "It’s very good of you, and I’m sure of it," said I, laughing in my sleeve at the notion of a man like Quesada being influenced by my fussy, pompous, little brother. When Mercy heard of my resolve to return to Spain she was loud with her protests; and I found that she knew of Lascelles’ abandonment of his matrimonial project—and knew the reason too. He had proposed three times to Mrs. Curwen in the short interval of my absence and had been refused; the last time finally, and with a distinct assurance that nothing would induce Mrs. Curwen to marry him. When Mrs. Curwen herself heard of my return, she met it very differently.