Then she turned to him, smiling.
'You didn't know I saw Elsie yesterday ?' 'Did she confide in you ?' 'Oh, that--long ago! The poor child's dreadfully in love.' 'Then it's a great responsibility,' said Lord Findon, gravely.

'How is he going to satisfy her ?' 'Only too easily.

She would marry him blindly--on any terms.' There was a short silence.

Then Eugenie gathered up the letter she had been reading when her father entered.
'Let's talk of something else, papa! Do you know that I've had a very interesting letter from Mr.Fenwick this afternoon ?' Lord Findon stared.
'Fenwick?
What on earth does he write to you about ?' 'Oh! this is not the first time by a long way!' said Eugenie, smiling.
'He began it in March, when he thought he had offended me--by being rude to Arthur.' 'So he was--abominably rude.

But what can one expect?
He hasn't had the bringing-up of a gentleman--and there you are.