"Can you imagine what has happened?" he said, bursting in upon Mrs. Wynn, who was delicate and did not go to church in the winter mornings. "Young Walter Methven, that you all made such a talk about----" This was unfair, because she had never made any talk--being a woman who did not talk save most sparingly. She was tempted for a moment to forestall him by telling him she already knew, but her heart failed her, and she only shook her head a little in protest against this calumny, and waited smilingly for what he had to say. She could not take away from him the pleasure of telling this wonderful piece of news. "Why it was only the night before last he was here--most of us rather disapproving of him, poor boy," said the rector. "Well, Lydia, that young fellow that was a good-for-nothing, you know--doing nothing, never exerting himself: well, my dear! the most extraordinary thing has happened--the most wonderful piece of good fortune----" "Don't keep me on tenterhooks, Julius; I have heard some buzzing of talk already." "I should think you had! the town is full of it; they tell me that everybody you meet on the streets--Lydia!" said the rector with solemnity, drawing close to her to make his announcement more imposing, "that boy is no longer simple Mr. Walter Methven. He is Lord Erradeen----" "Lord what?" cried the old lady. It was part of her character to be a little deaf, or rather hard of hearing, which is the prettier way of stating the fact. It was supposed by some that this was one of the reasons why, when any one was blamed, she always shook her head. "Lord Er-ra-deen; but bless me, it is not the name that is so wonderful, it is the fact. Lord Erradeen--a great personage--a man of importance. You don't show any surprise, Lydia! and yet it is the most astonishing incident without comparison that has happened in the parish these hundred years." "I wonder what his mother is thinking," Mrs. Wynn said. "If her head is turned nobody could be surprised. Of course, like every other mother, she thinks her son worthy of every exaltation." "I wish she was of that sort," the old lady said. "Every woman is of that sort," said the rector with hasty dogmatism; "and, in one way, I am rather sorry, for it will make her feel she was perfectly right in encouraging him, and that would be such a terrible example for others. The young men will all take to idling----" "But it is not the idling, but the fact that there is a peerage in the family----" "You can't expect," cried the rector, who was not lucid, "that boys or women either will reason back so far as that. It will be a bad example: and, in the mean time, it is a most astonishing fact. But you don't seem in the least excited. I thought you would have jumped out of your chair--out of the body almost." "I am too rheumatic for that," said Mrs. Wynn with a smile: then, "I wonder if she will come and tell me," the old lady said.