Grant, always on the lookout for new types of female beauty, but a little inclined to make all his heroines alike, studied her closely that evening at dinner and was enchanted with her. If he had known that she had been looked upon as an ugly duckling in her family it would almost have given him a novel ready made. Mrs. Grant liked her too, and as they walked home across the park, cheered by the unaccustomed pleasures of society, they made a match between her and Harry there and then, as the Pawle and Brent nurses had done in their early childhood. "I shouldn’t be surprised," said Grant, "if Lady Brent had asked her here with that idea in her mind. It’s the first time in the three years we’ve been here that any young person has stayed at the Castle. I dare say Lady Avalon is in it too. They’re old friends, and they seem to have their heads together a good deal." "Lady Brent didn’t know Harry was coming home when she told us they were coming," said Mrs. Grant. "It’s a coincidence, but perhaps a fortunate one. They played together as children—Harry and Lady Sidney. It would be rather a pretty match—except that Harry is so young—not twenty yet." "You think he ought to wait a few years and marry somebody much younger, eh? Somebody about the age of Jane." Mrs. Grant sighed. "I shouldn’t be a mother if I hadn’t thought of that," she said. "And Jane will be quite as pretty as Lady Sidney when she grows up. But Harry is so sweet and natural with the children that it would be a pity to spoil it by thinking of something that would make it all quite different. He wouldn’t be what he is if he were to think of Jane as anything but a child, for some years yet." "I think you’re right," said her husband. "Of course I’ve built a few castles in the air. I shouldn’t be a father if I hadn’t. But I expect he’ll marry young; he seems to me that sort of boy, somehow. I don’t think he could do better than marry Lady Sidney. She’s very interested in the idea of him. She talked to me a lot about the time they used to play together as children." "She said she’d come down to-morrow morning. I think she wants to get away from Mrs. Brent, though I shouldn’t wonder if Mrs. Brent came with her. I think she wants to show me as many of her new clothes as possible. She hasn’t improved up in London. I don’t like her nearly as much as I did." "I never cared for her much," said Grant. "She’s a common little thing, however she may dress herself up to disguise it. I’ve sometimes wondered what Harry will think about her when he does come home."