The things we do!

That
cannot be our fault, though some of us seem think it is, as they hide the
truth so. One of my uncles used to tell me that my grandfather's father
was a labourer in Newcome: but I was a child then, and liked to believe
the prettiest story best."
"As if it matters!" cries Lord Farintosh.
"As if it matters in your wife? n'est-ce pas? I never thought that it
would. I should have told you, as it was my duty to tell you all. It was
not my ancestors you cared for; and it is you yourself that your wife
must swear before heaven to love."
"Of course it's me," answers the young man, not quite understanding the
train of ideas in his companion's mind. "And I've given up everything--
everything--and have broken off with my old habits and--and things, you
know--and intend to lead a regular life--and will never go to
Tattersall's again; nor bet a shilling; nor touch another cigar if you
like--that is, if you don't like; for I love you so, Ethel--I do, with
all my heart I do!"
"You are very generous and kind, Lord Farintosh," Ethel said.


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