Viola and Wilbraham were in bewilderment. "Lady Brent and I used to know one another in the old days," Bastian said to Viola. "It shows how I’ve cut myself off from that world that I didn’t even know she was Lady Brent." He turned to Lady Brent. "It did once occur to me, after we’d been to Royd, to go to a Public Library and find out who you were, from a book. But I forgot all about it. I’m a thorough Bohemian you see, and more comfortable so." His light tone did not please her. "If I had known who you were," she said, "when you came to Royd, we should have met, and I should have known Viola before." His face changed as he looked quickly from her to Viola. "I’m glad you’ve made friends now," he said. "All the same, I doubt if you would have taken to her two years ago. I’ve got too far away from what I was when you knew me." "Well, it wouldn’t have been you so much that we should have thought about," said Wilbraham. Bastian laughed. "You needn’t worry about me now," he said to Lady Brent. "I’ll own that I have had ideas of fighting you when the time came. I should rather have enjoyed it. I think quite as highly of Viola as you do of your grandson, and I was going to tell you so. But—well, I’m glad to know there’s no necessity. I think you’ve behaved well; but I remember that you always had the reputation of behaving well. You’ll get some reward for it in this instance, for you know without my having to take the trouble to prove it to you that Viola’s birth is as good as her manners, and as for me I shall not intrude upon you with my debased habits when I’ve once handed Viola over." "I used to like you as a little boy," said Lady Brent, calmly. "You were mischievous and perverse, and afterwards gave a great deal of trouble to your parents, who had not deserved it; but I don’t suppose your habits are so debased as you pretend they are. I shall be very glad if you will bring Viola down to Royd when you take your holiday, if she cares to come. I think Harry would like to know that she is there." Then Viola accepted the invitation, and Bastian did not refuse it, though he said that it was many years since he had stayed in a country house, and he didn’t think he should remember the rules.