As for Maurice himself, he is delightful.

He doesn't even _know_ how to scold.

And it will always to be like this--always.

As for that story of Lady Rylton's about Marian Bethune--why, Marian is quite an old thing! And besides--well, besides, it doesn't matter.

Maurice is here now, and he can't see her, and even if he did--well, even if he did, what harm?
Neither she nor Maurice even _pretends _to be in love with the other, and if he should be in love--as the idiots call it--with Mrs.Bethune, why, he _can_ be! _She_ won't prevent it, only she hopes poor Maurice won't make himself unhappy over that dreadful red-headed creature.
But there is certainly one thing; he might have told her.
But what does anything matter?
Here she is in her old home, with all her dear delights around her! She glances backwards and forwards, a happy smile upon her lips.