It was the
only sound she had been able to hear.
"It's deuced awkward," explained his lordship, "when you're--well,
when you are anybody, you know. You can't do as you like. Things
are expected of you, and there's such a lot to be considered."
Mary rose and clasped her pretty dimpled hands, from which she had
drawn her gloves, behind his neck.
"You do love me, Jack?" she said, looking up into his face.
For answer the lad hugged her to him very tightly, and there were
tears in his eyes.
"Look here, Mary," he cried, "if I could only get rid of my
position, and settle down with you as a country gentleman, I'd do
it to-morrow. Damn the title, it's going to be the curse of my
life."
Perhaps in that moment Mary also wished that the title were at the
bottom of the sea, and that her lover were only the plain Mr. John
Robinson she had thought him. These big, stupid men are often very
loveable in spite of, or because of their weakness. They appeal to
the mother side of a woman's heart, and that is the biggest side in
all good women.
Suddenly however, the door opened. The countess appeared, and
sentiment flew out.
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