"Nay," said Lady Selina, mollified by so much sympathy, "I don't say he is no loss. Honestly speaking--between ourselves--I think he is a very great loss. An alliance between him and Honoria would have united all the Vipont influence. Lord Montfort has the greatest confidence in Darrell; and if this CRISIS comes, it is absolutely necessary for the Vipont interest that it should find somebody who can speak. Really, my dear Colonel Morley, you, who have such an influence over this very odd man, should exert it now. One must not be over-nice in times of CRISIS; the country is at stake, Cousin Alban." "I will do my best," said the Colonel; "I am quite aware that an alliance which would secure Darrell's talents to the House of Vipont, and the House of Vipont to Darrell's talents, would--but 'tis no use talking, we must not sacrifice Honoria even on the altar of her country's interest!" "Sacrifice! Nonsense! The man is not young certainly, but then what a grand creature, and so clever." "Clever--yes! But that was your very objection to him five minutes ago." "I forgot the CRISIS.--One don't want clever men every day, but there are days when one does want them!" "I envy you that aphorism. But from what you now imply, I fear that Honoria may have allowed her thoughts to settle upon what may never take place; and if so, she may fret." "Fret! a daughter of mine fret!--and of all my daughters, Honoria! A girl of the best-disciplined mind! Fret! what a word!--vulgar!" COLONEL MORLEY.--"So it is; I blush for it; but let us understand each other. If Darrell proposed for Honoria, you think, ambition apart, she would esteem him sufficiently for a decided preference." LADY SELINA,--"If that be his doubt, re-assure him. He is shy-men of genius are; Honoria would esteem him! Till he has actually proposed it would compromise her to say more even to you." COLONEL MORLEY.--"And if that be not the doubt, and if I ascertain that Darrell has no idea of proposing, Honoria would--" LADY SELINA.--"Despise him. Ah, I see by your countenance that you think I should prepare her. Is it so, frankly?" COLONEL MORLEY.--"Frankly, then. I think Guy Darrell, like many other men, has been so long in making up his mind to marry again that he has lost the right moment, and will never find it." Lady Selina smells at her vinaigrette, and replies in her softest, affectedest, civilest, and crushingest manner: "POOR--DEAR--OLD MAN!" CHAPTER XIX.