'So he was--abominably rude. But what can one expect? He hasn't had the bringing-up of a gentleman--and there you are. That kind of thing will out.'
'I wonder whether it matters--to a genius?' said Eugénie, musing.
'It matters to everybody!' cried Lord Findon. 'Gentlefolk, my dear, say what you will, are the result of a long natural selection--and you can't make 'em in a hurry.'
'And what about genius? You will admit, papa, that a good many gentlefolk in the world go to one genius!'
The light was still good enough to show Lord Findon that, in spite of her flicker of gaiety, Eugénie was singularly pale. And he knew well that they were both listening for the same step on the stairs. However, he tried to keep it up.
'Genius?' he said, humming and hawing--'genius? How do we know what it is--or who has it? Everybody's so diabolically clever nowadays. Take my advice, Eugénie--I know you want to play Providence to that young fellow--you think you'll civilise him, and that kind of thing; but I warn you--he hasn't got breeding enough to stand it.'
'Well, don't scold me, papa--if I try--I must'--her voice escaped her, and she began again, firmly--'I must have something to fill up.'
She looked round to make sure that the servants had finished clearing away the tea, and that they were alone.
'The days--and the hours,' she said, softly. 'One must have something to think of.'
'He will fall in love with you, Eugénie--and then where shall we be?'
He heard a laugh--very sweet--very feminine, yet, to his ear, very forlorn.
'I'll take care of that. We'll find him a wife, too, papa--when he "arrives." We shall be in practice--you and I.'
'Here he is!' he said, with very evident agitation.
The pronoun clearly had no reference to Fenwick. Eugénie sat motionless, looking into the fire, her hands on her knee. Lord Findon listened a moment.
'I'm going to my room. Eugénie!--if I could be the slightest use--'
'Dear papa!' she looked up, smiling. 'It's very simple.'
With a muttered exclamation, Lord Findon walked to the further end of the drawing-room, and vanished through an inner door.
As soon as the door was shut, Eugénie rose.
Welby hurriedly approached her. 'You say in your note that you have something important to tell me?'