grand; but, nevertheless, Augusta could not but feel that she perhaps might be about to dilute the blood of her coming children in marrying the tailor's son. She consoled herself by trusting that, at any rate, she paved the way for no revolutions.
'When a thing is so necessary,' said the countess, 'it cannot be done too soon. Now, Arabella, I don't say that anything will come of it; but it may: Miss Dunstable is coming down to us next week. Now, we all know that when old Dunstable died last year, he left over two hundred thousand to his daughter.'
'It is a great deal of money, certainly,' said Lady Arabella.
'It would pay off everything, and a great deal more,' said the countess.
'It was ointment, was it not, aunt?' said Augusta.
'I believe so, my dear; something called the ointment of Lebanon, or something of that sort: but there's no doubt about the money.'
'But how old is she, Rosina?' asked the anxious mother.
'About thirty, I suppose; but I don't think that much signifies.'
'Thirty,' said Lady Arabella, rather dolefully. 'And what is she like? I think that Frank already begins to like girls that are young and pretty.'
'But surely, aunt,' said the Lady Amelia, 'now that he has come to man's discretion, he will not refuse to consider all that he owes to his family. A Mr. Gresham of Greshamsbury has a position to support.' The De Courcy scion spoke these last words in the sort of tone that a parish clergyman would use, in warning some young farmer's son that he should not put himself on an equal footing with the ploughboys.
It was at last decided that the countess should herself convey to Frank a special invitation to Courcy Castle, and that when she got him there, she should do all that lay in her power to prevent his return to Cambridge, and to further the Dunstable marriage.
'We did think of Miss Dunstable for Porlock, once,' she said, naïvely; 'but when we found that it wasn't much over two hundred thousand, why, that idea fell to the ground.' The terms on which the De Courcy blood might be allowed to dilute itself were, it must be presumed, very high indeed.
Augusta was sent off to find her brother, and to send him to the countess in the small drawing-room. Here the countess was to have her tea, apart from the outer common world, and here, without interruption, she was to teach her great lesson to her nephew.
Augusta did find her brother, and found him in the worst of bad society—so at least the stern De Courcys would have
