They talked about Lord Kew, of whom the accounts were encouraging, and
who is mending in spite of his silly mother and her medicines, "and as
soon as he is able to move we must go and fetch him, my dear," Lady Kew
graciously said, "before that foolish woman has made a methodist of him.
He is always led by the woman who is nearest him, and I know one who will
make of him just the best little husband in England." Before they had
come to this delicate point the lady and her grandchild had talked Kew's
character over, the girl, you may be sure, having spoken feelingly and
eloquently about his kindness and courage, and many admirable qualities.
She kindled when she heard the report of his behaviour at the
commencement of the fracas with M. de Castillonnes, his great forbearance
and good-nature, and his resolution and magnanimity when the moment of
collision came.
But when Lady Kew arrived at that period of her discourse in which she
stated that Kew would make the best little husband in England, poor
Ethel's eyes filled with tears; we must remember that her high spirit was
worn down by watching and much varied anxiety, and then she confessed
that there had been no reconciliation, as all the family fancied, between
Frank and herself--on the contrary, a parting, which she understood to be
final; and she owned that her conduct towards her cousin had been most
captious and cruel, and that she could not expect they should ever again
come together.
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