In his efforts not to notice Mr. Budd, Lethbury centred his attentions on Jane; and Jane, at this crucial moment, wrung from him a reluctant admiration. While her parents went about dissembling their emotions, she seemed to have none to conceal. She betrayed neither eagerness nor surprise; so complete was her unconcern that there were moments when Lethbury feared it was obtuseness, when he could hardly help whispering to her that now was the moment to lower the net. Meanwhile the velocity of Mr. Budd's gyrations increased with the ardor of courtship: his politeness became incandescent, and Jane found herself the centre of a pyrotechnical display culminating in the "set piece" of an offer of marriage. Mrs. Lethbury imparted the news to her husband one evening after their daughter had gone to bed. The announcement was made and received with an air of detachment, as though both feared to be betrayed into unseemly exultation; but Lethbury, as his wife ended, could not repress the inquiry, "Have they decided on a day?" Mrs. Lethbury's superior command of her features enabled her to look shocked. "What can you be thinking of? He only offered himself at five!" "Of course--of course--" stammered Lethbury--"but nowadays people marry after such short engagements--" "Engagement!" said his wife solemnly. "There is no engagement." Lethbury dropped his cigar. "What on earth do you mean?" "Jane is thinking it over." _"Thinking it over?"_ "She has asked for a month before deciding." Lethbury sank back with a gasp. Was it genius or was it madness? He felt incompetent to decide; and Mrs. Lethbury's next words showed that she shared his difficulty. "Of course I don't want to hurry Jane--" "Of course not," he acquiesced. "But I pointed out to her that a young man of Mr. Budd's impulsive temperament might--might be easily discouraged--" "Yes; and what did she say?" "She said that if she was worth winning she was worth waiting for." VI The period of Mr. Budd's probation could scarcely have cost him as much mental anguish as it caused his would-be parents-in-law. Mrs. Lethbury, by various ruses, tried to shorten the ordeal, but Jane remained inexorable; and each morning Lethbury came down to breakfast with the certainty of finding a letter of withdrawal from her discouraged suitor. When at length the decisive day came, and Mrs. Lethbury, at its close, stole into the library with an air of chastened joy, they stood for a moment without speaking; then Mrs. Lethbury paid a fitting tribute to the proprieties by faltering out: "It will be dreadful to have to give her up--" Lethbury could not repress a warning gesture; but even as it escaped him, he realized that his wife's grief was genuine. "Of course, of course," he said, vainly sounding his own emotional shallows for an answering regret. And yet it was his wife who had suffered most from Jane!