_Sibyl_: "What dear old Francis said was very good advice. Mind you follow it. Get on the right side of these old permanencies. Whenever Francis begins his instances and illustrations I feel what a perfect book of reminiscences he will some day write. But, of course, it wouldn’t do till he’s reached an age when he can no longer serve in the Government.... I want him some day to be at the Foreign Office or at least the India Office. I do so love the pomp of those positions, the great parties in the season, the entertaining of delightful creatures from the East with jewelled turbans...." _Roger_ (a little abruptly): "Are you happy....?" _Sibyl_ (turning her head and looking at him intently): "_Happy_? Why, _of course_. _Perfectly_ happy. Everything has gone splendidly. And now that I’m going to have a child.... I do hope it’ll be a boy. Francis would be so happy. You quite realize if he has no heir the peerage and all the entailed estates go away to some perfectly horrid second cousin out in Australia...." _Roger_: "In view of that possibility I wonder he did not marry years ago, when he was a young man...." _Sibyl_: "My dear! How _could_ he? He was a younger son and in the diplomatic service with barely enough to live on, respectably. And then he got tangled up with another man’s wife. He thinks I know nothing about that side of him, but as a matter of fact I know everything. His elder brother, the fifth Lord Silchester, was an awfully bad lot—treated his wife very badly—they were separated and their only son was brought up by his mother to be dreadfully goody-goody. Francis’s elder brother died in Paris—I daresay you have heard or read where and how. It was one of the closing scandals of the Second Empire. But then the goody-goody son married after he succeeded—married a sister of Lord Towcester. She was killed in the hunting field and her rather limp husband died of grief afterwards, or of consumption, and Francis came into the title rather unexpectedly five years ago. Then he was embarrassed by his Darby and Joan attachment to Mrs. Bolsover.—However, then _she_ died—and so—at last he felt free to marry....