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"Yes, I did hear something about it."

"Of course, Edwin's wasting his time, really. I happen to

know"--Miss Plummer sank her voice to a whisper--"I happen to know

that Maud's awfully in love with some man she met in Wales last

year, but the family won't hear of it."

"Families are like that," agreed George.

"Nobody knows who he is, but everybody in the county knows all about

it. Those things get about, you know. Of course, it's out of the

question. Maud will have to marry somebody awfully rich or with a

title. Her family's one of the oldest in England, you know."

"So I understand."

"It isn't as if she were the daughter of Lord Peebles, somebody

like that."

"Why Lord Peebles?"

"Well, what I mean to say is," said Miss Plummer, with a silvery

echo of Reggie Byng, "he made his money in whisky."

"That's better than spending it that way," argued George.

Miss Plummer looked puzzled. "I see what you mean," she said a

little vaguely. "Lord Marshmoreton is so different."

"Haughty nobleman stuff, eh?"

"Yes."

"So you think this mysterious man in Wales hasn't a chance?"

"Not unless he and Maud elope like Reggie Byng and Alice. Wasn't

that exciting? Who would ever have suspected Reggie had the dash to

do a thing like that? Lord Marshmoreton's new secretary is very

pretty, don't you think?"

"Which is she?"

"The girl in black with the golden hair."

"Is she Lord Marshmoreton's secretary?"

"Yes. She's an American girl. I think she's much nicer than Alice

Faraday. I was talking to her before dinner. Her name is Dore. Her

father was a captain in the American army, who died without leaving

her a penny. He was the younger son of a very distinguished family,

but his family disowned him because he married against their

wishes."

"Something ought to be done to stop these families," said George.

"They're always up to something."

"So Miss Dore had to go out and earn her own living. It must have

been awful for her, mustn't it, having to give up society."

"Did she give up society?"

"Oh, yes. She used to go everywhere in New York before her father

died. I think American girls are wonderful. They have so much

enterprise."

George at the moment was thinking that it was in imagination that

they excelled.

"I wish I could go out and earn my living," said Miss Plummer.

"But the family won't dream of it."

"The family again!" said George sympathetically. "They're a perfect

curse."

"I want to go on the stage. Are you fond of the theatre?"

"Fairly."