Elizabeth came riding home to breakfast from a gallop round the park, and passing Lady Camper's gates, received the salutation of her parasol. Lady Camper talked with her through the bars. There was not a sign to tell of a change or twist in her neighbourly affability. She remarked simply enough, that it was her nephew's habit to take early gallops, and possibly Elizabeth might have seen him, for his quarters were proximate; but she did not demand an answer. She had passed a rather restless night, she said. 'How is the General?' 'Papa must have slept soundly, for he usually calls to me through his door when he hears I am up,' said Elizabeth. Lady Camper nodded kindly and walked on. Early in the morning General Ople was ready for battle. His forces were, the anticipation of victory, a carefully arranged toilet, and an unaccustomed spirit of enterprise in the realms of speech; for he was no longer in such awe of Lady Camper. 'You have slept well?' she inquired. 'Excellently, my lady: 'Yes, your daughter tells me she heard you, as she went by your door in the morning for a ride to meet my nephew. You are, I shall assume, prepared for business.' 'Elizabeth? . . . to meet . . .?' General Ople's impression of anything extraneous to his emotion was feeble and passed instantly. 'Prepared! Oh, certainly'; and he struck in a compliment on her ladyship's fresh morning bloom. 'It can hardly be visible,' she responded; 'I have not painted yet.' 'Does your ladyship proceed to your painting in the very early morning?' 'Rouge. I rouge.' 'Dear me! I should not have supposed it.' 'You have speculated on it very openly, General. I remember your trying to see a freckle through the rouge; but the truth is, I am of a supernatural paleness if I do not rouge, so I do. You understand, therefore, I have a false complexion. Now to business.' 'If your ladyship insists on calling it business. I have little to offer--myself !' 'You have a gentlemanly residence.' 'It is, my lady, it is. It is a bijou.' 'Ah!' Lady Camper sighed dejectedly. 'It is a perfect bijou!' 'Oblige me, General, by not pronouncing the French word as if you were swearing by something in English, like a trooper.' General Ople started, admitted that the word was French, and apologized for his pronunciation. Her variability was now visible over a corner of the battlefield like a thunder-cloud. 'The business we have to discuss concerns the young people, General.' 'Yes,' brightened by this, he assented: 'Yes, dear Lady Camper; it is a part of the business; it is a secondary part; it has to be discussed; I say I subscribe beforehand. I may say, that honouring, esteeming you as I do, and hoping ardently for your consent . . . . 'They must have a home and an income, General.' 'I presume, dearest lady, that Elizabeth will be welcome in your home. I certainly shall never chase Reginald out of mine.'