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Laughing
at
the
novel
and
free
way
in
which
this
young
person
criticised
her
parent
,
Lucio
protested
that
he
did
.
"
Well
I
do
n't
,
"
--
confessed
Miss
Chesney
--
"
But
that
may
be
because
I
've
heard
all
his
stories
over
and
over
again
,
and
I
've
read
most
of
them
in
books
besides
--
so
they
're
not
much
account
to
me
.
He
tells
some
of
them
to
the
Prince
of
Wales
whenever
he
can
get
a
chance
--
but
he
do
n't
try
them
off
on
me
any
more
.
He
's
a
real
clever
man
too
;
he
's
made
his
pile
quicker
than
most
.
And
you
're
quite
right
about
his
vitality
--
my
!
--
his
laugh
takes
you
into
the
middle
of
next
week
!
"
Her
bright
eyes
flashed
merrily
as
she
took
a
comprehensive
survey
of
our
amused
faces
.
"
Think
I
'm
irreverent
,
do
n't
you
?
"
she
went
on
--
"
But
you
know
Pa
's
not
a
'
stage
parent
'
all
dressed
out
in
lovely
white
hair
and
benedictions
--
he
's
just
an
accommodating
railway-track
,
and
he
would
n't
like
to
be
reverenced
.
Do
sit
down
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
--
then
turning
her
pretty
head
coquettishly
towards
her
host
--
"
Make
them
sit
down
,
Lord
Elton
--
I
hate
to
see
men
standing
.
The
superior
sex
,
you
know
!
Besides
you
're
so
tall
,
"
she
added
,
glancing
with
unconcealed
admiration
at
Lucio
's
handsome
face
and
figure
,
"
that
it
's
like
peering
up
an
apple-tree
at
the
moon
to
look
at
you
!
"
Lucio
laughed
heartily
,
and
seated
himself
near
her
--
I
followed
his
example
;
the
old
Earl
still
kept
his
position
,
legs
a-straddle
,
on
the
hearth-rug
,
and
beamed
benevolence
upon
us
all
.
Certainly
Diana
Chesney
was
a
captivating
creature
;
one
of
those
surface-clever
American
women
who
distinctly
divert
men
's
minds
without
in
the
least
rousing
their
passions
.
"
So
you
're
the
famous
Mr
Tempest
?
"
she
said
,
surveying
me
critically
--
"
Why
,
it
's
simply
splendid
for
you
is
n't
it
?
I
always
say
it
's
no
use
having
a
heap
of
money
unless
you
're
young
--
if
you
're
old
,
you
only
want
it
to
fill
your
doctor
's
pockets
while
he
tries
to
mend
your
poor
tuckered-out
constitution
.
I
once
knew
an
old
lady
who
was
left
a
legacy
of
a
hundred
thousand
pounds
when
she
was
ninety-five
.
Poor
old
dear
,
she
cried
over
it
.
She
just
had
sense
enough
to
understand
what
a
good
time
she
could
n't
have
.
She
lived
in
bed
,
and
her
only
luxury
was
a
halfpenny
bun
dipped
in
milk
for
her
tea
.
It
was
all
she
cared
for
.
"
"
A
hundred
thousand
pounds
would
go
a
long
way
in
buns
!
"
I
said
smiling
.
"
Would
n't
it
just
!
"
and
the
fair
Diana
laughed
--
"
But
I
guess
you
'll
want
something
a
little
more
substantial
for
your
cash
Mr
Tempest
!
A
fortune
in
the
prime
of
life
is
worth
having
.
I
suppose
you
're
one
of
the
richest
men
about
just
now
,
are
n't
you
?
"
She
put
the
question
in
a
perfectly
naïve
frank
manner
and
seemed
to
be
unconscious
of
any
undue
inquisitiveness
in
it
.
