A man's man as well as a
woman's. Might 'take' if he's started right."
"_We'll_ see to that," said Constance Annesley-Seton, who was not too ill
to go out but had not wanted to seem too eager.
She was less than thirty, but looked more because she had worried and
drawn faint lines between her delicate auburn brows and at the corners
of her greenish-gray eyes. There were also a few fading threads in the
red locks which were her one real beauty; but she had a marvellous
hair-varnish which prevented them from showing.
"We'll see to that! If they'll _let_ us. Are they going to let us?"
"Yes, I think so," Annesley-Seton reassured her. "They're a pair of
children, willing to be guided. They can have anything they want in the
world, but they don't seem to know what to want."
"Splendid!" laughed Constance. "Can't we will them to want our house in
town, and invite us to visit them?"
"I shouldn't wonder," replied her husband. "You might make a start in
that direction when they come to dinner to-morrow evening."
Lord Annesley-Seton had outgrown such enthusiasms as he might once have
had, therefore his account of the cousins encouraged Constance to hope
much, and she was not disappointed.
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