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"
Do
not
let
us
talk
,
my
friend
,
of
planets
,
not
even
of
this
particular
pin
's
point
among
them
known
as
Earth
.
Let
us
return
to
a
better
subject
--
the
Lady
Sibyl
.
As
I
have
already
said
,
there
are
no
obstacles
in
the
way
of
your
wooing
and
winning
her
,
if
such
is
your
desire
.
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
as
mere
author
of
books
would
indeed
be
insolent
to
aspire
to
the
hand
of
an
earl
's
daughter
,
but
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
millionaire
,
will
be
a
welcome
suitor
.
Poor
Lord
Elton
's
affairs
are
in
a
bad
way
--
he
is
almost
out-at-elbows
;
--
the
American
woman
who
is
boarding
with
him
--
--
"
"
Boarding
with
him
!
"
I
exclaimed
--
"
Surely
he
does
not
keep
a
boarding-house
?
"
Lucio
laughed
heartily
.
"
No
,
no
!
--
you
must
not
put
it
so
coarsely
,
Geoffrey
.
It
is
simply
this
,
that
the
Earl
and
Countess
of
Elton
give
the
prestige
of
their
home
and
protection
to
Miss
Diana
Chesney
(
the
American
aforesaid
)
for
the
trifling
sum
of
two
thousand
guineas
per
annum
.
The
Countess
being
paralyzed
,
is
obliged
to
hand
over
her
duties
of
chaperonage
to
her
sister
Miss
Charlotte
Fitzroy
--
but
the
halo
of
the
coronet
still
hovers
over
Miss
Chesney
's
brow
.
She
has
her
own
suite
of
rooms
in
the
house
,
and
goes
wherever
it
is
proper
for
her
to
go
,
under
Miss
Fitzroy
's
care
.
Lady
Sibyl
does
not
like
the
arrangement
,
and
is
therefore
never
seen
anywhere
except
with
her
father
.
She
will
not
join
in
companionship
with
Miss
Chesney
,
and
has
said
so
pretty
plainly
.
"
"
I
admire
her
for
it
!
"
I
said
warmly
--
"
I
really
am
surprised
that
Lord
Elton
should
condescend
--
--
"
"
Condescend
to
what
?
"
inquired
Lucio
--
"
Condescend
to
take
two
thousand
guineas
a
year
?
Good
heavens
man
,
there
are
no
end
of
lords
and
ladies
who
will
readily
agree
to
perform
such
an
act
of
condescension
.
'
Blue
'
blood
is
getting
thin
and
poor
,
and
only
money
can
thicken
it
.
Diana
Chesney
is
worth
over
a
million
dollars
and
if
Lady
Elton
were
to
die
conveniently
soon
,
I
should
not
be
surprised
to
see
that
'
little
American
'
step
triumphantly
into
her
vacant
place
.
"
"
What
a
state
of
topsy-turveydom
!
"
I
said
,
half
angrily
.
"
Geoffrey
,
my
friend
,
you
are
really
amazingly
inconsistent
!
Is
there
a
more
flagrant
example
of
topsy-turveydom
than
yourself
for
instance
?
Six
weeks
ago
,
what
were
you
?
A
mere
scribbler
,
with
flutterings
of
the
wings
of
genius
in
your
soul
,
but
many
uncertainties
as
to
whether
those
wings
would
ever
be
strong
enough
to
lift
you
out
of
the
rut
of
obscurity
in
which
you
floundered
,
struggling
and
grumbling
at
adverse
fate
.
Now
,
as
millionaire
,
you
think
contemptuously
of
an
Earl
,
because
he
ventures
quite
legitimately
to
add
a
little
to
his
income
by
boarding
an
American
heiress
and
launching
her
into
society
where
she
would
never
get
without
him
.
And
you
aspire
,
or
probably
mean
to
aspire
to
the
hand
of
the
Earl
's
daughter
,
as
if
you
yourself
were
a
descendant
of
kings
.
Nothing
can
be
more
topsy-turvey
than
your
condition
!
"
