24: «AIRY FAIRY LILIAN.'
It is Saturday. In the morning the new tenant
was expected—the evening is to bring the new ward.
Lady Chetwoode, in consequence, is a little trouble-
minded. Guy has gone to the Bellairs. Cyril is in
radiant spirits. Not that this latter fact need be
recorded, as Cyril belongs to those favoured ones who
at their birth receive a dowry from their fairy god¬
parents of unlimited good-humour.
He is at all times an easy-going young man, healthy,
happy, whose path in life up to this has been strewn
with roses. To him the world isn't' half a bad place,'
which he is content to take as he finds it, never
looking too closely into what doesn't concern him—a
treatment the world evidently likes, as it regards him
(especially the gentler portion of it) with the utmost
Even with that rare class, mothers blessed with
handsome daughters, he finds favour, either through
face or his manner, or because of the fact that, though
a younger son, he has 900Z. a year of his own and a
pretty place called Moorlands, about six miles from
Chetwoode. It was his mother's portion, and is now
He is tall, broad-shouldered, and rather handsome,
with perhaps more mouth than usually goes to one
man's share ; but, as he has laughed straight from his
cradle to his twenty-sixth year, this is scarcely to be
wondered at. His eyes are grey and frank, his hair is
brown, his skin a good deal tanned. He is very far
from being an Adonis, but he is good to look at, and to
know him is to like him.
Just now, luncheon being over, and nothing else
left to do, he is feeling rather bored than otherwise,
and lounges into his mother's morning-room, being filled
with a desire to have speech with somebody. The some¬
body nearest to him at the moment being Lady Chet¬
woode, he elects to seek her presence and inflict his
society upon her.