"No, not yet." Then the duke would wax eloquent, and tell him that he really knew little of life--that if he wanted to be happy he must look for a wife.
"You were easily contented," the duchess would say.

"Norman wants an ideal.

You were content with a mere mortal--he will never be." "Then find him an ideal, Philippa," would be the duke's reply "You know some of the nicest girls in London; find him an ideal among them." Then to the beautiful face would come the strange, brooding smile.
"Give me time," would her Grace of Hazlewood say; "I shall find just what I want for him--in time.".