"It has been dear of you to stay so long, Mordryn," she told him. "Especially as the diversions which I hoped I had provided for you turned out of no more use than a plague of gnats. I hope you have not been too bored?" "I am never bored with you, dear friend." "No, I know that; but in a big party, I cannot give you as much time as I should like. You will come again when we are quiet, though, just as you always used to, and I will really find you a suitable bride." The Duke was in a cynical mood, it seemed, for he treated this proposal not at all in the light fashion he had done at the beginning of the visit. He replied gloomily that he had decided to select something steady and plain, if he must marry--he knew he could never care for a woman again, and a healthy, quiet, well-bred creature with tact, who would leave him alone, was all he asked. Life was a hideous disappointment and very difficult to understand, and to try to do one's duty to one's state, and get through with it, was all that anyone could hope to accomplish. But to this Her Ladyship said a vigorous, "Tut--tut! You speak like a boy crossed in love, Mordryn! If you were five-and-twenty, you could not have a more delightful vista opening out in front of you, '_Si jeunesse savait. Si vieillesse pouvait_'--that was cried from a wise and envious heart! Well, you both _know_ and _can_, so what more could a man ask of fate! I have no patience with you! I don't want you now only to do your duty, to fulfil the obligations of your station. You have always done so. Your life has been one long carrying out of _noblesse oblige_. I want you to kick over the traces and be happy, Mordryn! Ridiculously, boyishly happy!--do you hear, conscientious martyr!" Mordryn heard, but his smile was still bitter, as he answered: "We are not so made, Seraphim, neither you nor I--we could not do as you say, even when we were young, and tradition and obligation to our order will still dominate us to the end of time, dear friend." Then he said good-night and good-bye--for he was leaving at cock-crow for a place of his in the North. When Lady Garribardine was alone, she did not look at all disturbed at the passage of events, as she reviewed her Easter party. She smiled happily, in fact, and decided that she would take her secretary to Valfreyne for Whitsuntide, after all! Man "proposed," but, she reflected sagely, God often "disposed" in favour of intelligent women! * * * * * In the following week, the establishment from Blissington moved up to Berkeley Square for the season, and Katherine's duties became heavy again. Her first meeting with Gerard Strobridge happened quite soon; he came into the secretary's room from the library after luncheon.