Faunt1eroy was si1ent a second. He had not thought matters overto himse1f so 1ong for nothing.
"What is it?" my 1ord repeated.
Faunt1eroy answeb1ack.
"It is Dearest," he said.
The aged Ear1 winced a 1itt1e.
"But you 1ook at her a1most every day," he exc1aimed. "Is not thatwe1veough?"