'Yes, they are,' said the viscount, leaning back and scrutinizing the faces of the women one by one, and talking softly to himself in a way that had grown upon him as his age increased. 'Yet they are very well: that one with her shoulder turned is pure and charming--the brown-haired one will pass. All very harmless and innocent, but without character; no soul, or inspiration, or eloquence of eye. What an eye was hers! There is not a girl among them so beautiful. . . . Tipman! Come and take it away. I don't think I will subscribe to these papers any longer--how long have I subscribed? Never mind--I take no interest in these things, and I suppose I must give them up. What white article is that I see on the floor yonder?' 'I can see nothing, my lord.' 'Yes, yes, you can. At the other end of the room. It is a white handkerchief. Bring it to me.' 'I beg pardon, my lord, but I cannot see any white handkerchief. Whereabouts does your lordship mean?' 'There in the corner. If it is not a handkerchief, what is it? Walk along till you come to it--that is it; now a little further--now your foot is against it.' 'O that--it is not anything. It is the light reflected against the skirting, so that it looks like a white patch of something--that is all.' 'H'm-hm. My eyes--how weak they are! I am getting old, that's what it is: I am an old man.' 'O no, my lord.' 'Yes, an old man.' 'Well, we shall all be old some day, and so will your lordship, I suppose; but as yet--' 'I tell you I am an old man!' 'Yes, my lord--I did not mean to contradict. An old man in one sense--old in a young man's sense, but not in a house-of-parliament or historical sense. A little oldish--I meant that, my lord.' 'I may be an old man in one sense or in another sense in your mind; but let me tell you there are men older than I--' 'Yes, so there are, my lord.' 'People may call me what they please, and you may be impertinent enough to repeat to me what they say, but let me tell you I am not a very old man after all. I am not an old man.' 'Old in knowledge of the world I meant, my lord, not in years.' 'Well, yes. Experience of course I cannot be without. And I like what is beautiful. Tipman, you must go to Knollsea; don't send, but go yourself, as I wish nobody else to be concerned in this. Go to Knollsea, and find out when the steamboat for Cherbourg starts; and when you have done that, I shall want you to send Taylor to me. I wish Captain Strong to bring the Fawn round into Knollsea Bay. Next week I may want you to go to Cherbourg in the yacht with me--if the Channel is pretty calm--and then perhaps to Rouen and Paris. But I will speak of that to-morrow.' 'Very good, my lord.' 'Meanwhile I recommend that you and Mrs. Menlove repeat nothing you may have heard concerning the lady you just now spoke of. Here is a slight present for Mrs. Menlove; and accept this for yourself.' He handed money.