If she had been in the least little bit disturbed, who could tell what it would mean to Frank?
For Frank, as he knew perfectly well, had a very deep heart indeed, and had enshrined Jenny in the middle of it.

Any wavering or hesitation on her part would have meant misery to his friend.

But now all was perfectly right, he reflected; and really, after all, it did not matter very much what Lord Talgarth said or did.

Frank was a free agent; he was very capable and very lovable; it couldn't possibly be long before something turned up, and then, with Jenny's own money the two could manage very well.

And Lord Talgarth could not live for ever; and Archie would do the right thing, even if his father didn't.
* * * * * It was after half-past four before he looked up at a glint of white and saw Jenny standing at the drawing-room window.