This was the last thing she had expected her to say--irreconcilable with her whole attitude throughout the last two months.

Lady Gertrude returned the glance with one of faint amusement.

She could make a good guess at what the girl was thinking.
"I wish it," she pursued, "because Roger wishes it.

I should like my son to have everything he wants.

To be perfectly frank, I don't consider he has made a very suitable choice, but since he wants you--why, he must have you.