“You are coming to London?” Nigel said rather stupidly.
“Yes, I am,” the Marquis replied, “but I doubt whether I shall be able to see you as I have a great number of engagements.”
He put out his hand to his elder cousin.
“Goodbye, Julius,” he said, “and think over what I have said about getting married. I am sure there are many charming young women who would be only too anxious to be your wife and your father’s house in Surrey has been empty for far too long.”
Before Julius could reply, he was shaking Nigel by the hand and saying,
“I will have a serious talk with our relative, the Countess of Beddington. She has two debutante daughters and is giving a large number of parties for them. I am sure you will find some charming young ladies there, who will prove to be rather less expensive
