Whatsoever a Man Soweth By William Le Queux Published by F.V. White and Co Ltd. This edition dated 1906. Whatsoever a Man Soweth, by William Le Queux. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ WHATSOEVER A MAN SOWETH, BY WILLIAM LE QUEUX. CHAPTER ONE. CONCERNS A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE. "Then you really don't intend to marry me, Wilfrid?" "The honour of being your husband, Tibbie, I must respectfully decline," I said. "But I'd make you a very quiet, sociable wife, you know. I can ride to hounds, cook, sew clothes for old people, and drive a motor. What higher qualifications do you want?" "Well--love, for instance." "Ah! That's what I'm afraid I don't possess, any more them you do," she laughed. "It isn't a family characteristic. With us, it's everyone for herself," and she beat a tattoo upon the window-pane with the tips of her slim, white fingers. "I know," I said, smiling. "We are old friends enough to speak quite frankly, aren't we?" "Of course. That's why I asked you `your intentions'--as the mater calls them. But it seems that you haven't any." "Not in your direction, Tibbie." "And yet you told me you loved me!" said the pretty woman at my side in mock reproach, pouting her lips. "Let's see--how long ago was that? You were thirteen, I think, and I was still at Eton--eh?" "I was very fond of you," she declared. "Indeed, I like you now. Don't you remember those big boxes of sweets you used to smuggle in to me, and how we used to meet in secret and walk down by the river in the evening? Those were really very happy days, Wilfrid," and she sighed at the memory of our youthful love. We were standing together in the sunset at one of the old diamond-paned windows of the Long Gallery at Ryhall Place, the ancient home of the Scarcliffs in Sussex, gazing away over the broad park which stretched as far as the eye could reach, its fine old avenue of beeches running in a straight line to East Marden village, and the Chichester high road. My companion, the Honourable Eva Sybil Burnet, third daughter of the late Viscount Scarcliff, was known to her intimates as "Tibbie," because as a child she so pronounced her Christian name. In the smart set in London and at country houses she was well known as the prettiest of a handsome trio, the other two sisters being Cynthia, who married Lord Wydcombe, and Violet, who a year ago became Countess of Alderholt. Young Lady Wydcombe, who was perhaps one of the smartest women in town, noted for her dinners and her bridge parties in Curzon Street, and her smart house parties up in Durham, had unfortunately taken Tibbie under her care after she had come out, with the result that although unmarried she had prematurely developed into one of the most _blase_ and go-ahead women in town. The gossips talked of her, but the scandal was invented by her enemies.