the duke, a dry ascetic little man, called on the following day and approved of julia at once. he was not only relieved that his heir had married an innocent girl of good family, but youth was needed in the house of france. his sisters were older and more antiquated than himself, and now that his health was improving, he wished to give political parties and dinners. a beautiful young woman at the head of his staircase or table was an attraction second only to a chef. he hoped she was not quite a fool, and invited her to lunch alone with him in the course of the week, with intent to ascertain if her mind was of a quality that would sprout the seeds he was willing to implant—he was by way of being intellectual himself.

but it was some time before julia could be drawn out. the big gloomy dining-room, the little man with his dull cold eyes and languid manner, the magnificent footmen, four besides the butler, to wait upon the two seated so far apart at the table, paralyzed her spirits and courage. moreover, she was bewildered and somewhat fatigued by five days of shopping, milliners, dressmakers, and meeting many more of her aunt’s friends. she felt half disposed to cry, and nearly choked over her food. the duke was rather pleased by her timidity than disappointed; it was not often that he inspired awe (like all little men without personality it had been the dream of his life to electrify a room as he entered it, and annihilate with the eagle in his glance), and, being a gentleman of the old school, he held that young females should be diffident to their natural lords, and modest withal.

with dessert the small army of minions disappeared, and julia’s face brightened.

“i suppose i’ll get used to all this grandeur in time, but aunt has only one footman, and at home—well, the blacks take turns waiting on the table, whichever happens to have nothing else to do, and they are part of the family, anyhow.”

the duke was shocked, but interested; shocked that even a new recruit to the ranks of the british peerage should be so frank about domestic poverty, and interested in the innocence or the courage which prompted her to speak to the head of the house of france as if he were a parson’s son.

“quite so. quite so,” he said genially. “harold has rather a small establishment himself, but well appointed, of course. ah—it’s let. i hope you will spend the greater part of your time with me. it is a new experience to see a young face at this table, and a very delightful one.” he had never felt more gracious, and julia smiled upon him so radiantly that he expanded still further. “yes, you must certainly live with me. and harold must stand for parliament. now that he has resigned from the navy that will be the career for him. we frances always have careers, we have never been idlers, and i need some one in the lower house. he could not choose a better moment. the present ministry is in a state of dissolution. you will like politics, of course. all intelligent women do, and more than one woman of this family has been of—ah—quite material assistance to her husband.”

“i don’t know anything about politics, but i can learn. mother says i must. when can i go to a castle?”

the duke’s mouth was close and ascetic, but it parted in a smile that was almost spontaneous. “of course you want to see a castle,” he said, teasing her graciously. “all children do.”

julia flushed and tossed her head. “well, i’m not so sorry i’m really young. i’ve been in london only a week, but it seems to me that i’ve met hundreds of women who think of nothing but looking young. so, what is there to be ashamed of?”

“or to blush about? i perceive that we shall be famous friends. you shall go to a castle as soon as harold returns. i’ll lend him bosquith for the honeymoon. his own box would not be half romantic enough.”

julia had been warned by her aunt not to confide her conjugal indifference to the duke, but she remarked impulsively:?—

“one couldn’t be romantic with mr. france, anyhow. i’d rather go there by myself, or with two or three of my new friends.”

“great heavens!” for the first time in his life the duke (who always conducted family prayers for the servants, even in the height of the season) was almost profane. “really—upon my word—you must not say such things—nor feel them. i am aware of the circumstances of your marriage, and that you have not had time to learn to love your husband as a wife should, but you must take wifely love and duty for granted. you are married and that is the end of it. as for romance, of course i was only joking. no doubt i was somewhat clumsy, for i rarely joke; romance does not matter in the least, and you must look forward to living with your husband as the highest of—ahem!—earthly happiness. and i must insist that you do not call harold ‘mr. france.’ it is not only unnatural, but american. i do not know any americans, but am told that the wives always allude to their husbands as ‘mr.’ in a novel i once read, ‘the wide, wide, world,’ they always called them ‘mr.’ it must have been extremely awkward! you will remember, i hope.”

“yes, sir.”

julia looked down, and repressed a smile. she might be ignorant and provincial, but she was naturally shrewd and poised; the duke no longer awed her, and, indeed, seemed rather absurd. but, then, she had met so many absurd people in the last few days. she thought with gratitude upon young herbert and his two enchanting friends, bridgit herbert and ishbel jones. in the wild rush of her new life they had passed and repassed one another like flashes of lightning, but there had been distinct and agreeable shocks, and she was to lunch with the two young women on the morrow. it was a prospect that consoled her for the ennui of her ordeal with this quite nice but very dull old gentleman.

the duke, however, convinced that he had made an impression, and magnanimously overlooking the indiscretions of youth, kept her for an hour longer, and gave her an outline lesson in politics. he was extremely lucid and chose his words with the precision which distinguished all his public utterances (he fancied his style); also reminded himself that he was addressing an embryonic intelligence. julia looked at him with wide admiring eyes and thought of herbert and bridgit and ishbel.