"I have my own ideas," Jackson answered, smiling.
"It seems to me it 's a question for the solicitors to discuss," Lady Canterville suggested.
"They may discuss it as much as they please," said Jackson Lemon, with a laugh. He thought he saw his solicitors discussing it! He had indeed his own ideas. He opened the door for Lady Canterville, and the three passed out of the room together, walking into the hall in a silence in which there was just a tinge of awkwardness. A note had been struck which grated and scratched a little. A pair of brilliant footmen, at their approach, rose from a bench to a great altitude, and stood there like sentinels presenting arms. Jackson Lemon stopped, looking for a moment into the interior of his hat, which he had in his hand. Then, raising his keen eyes, he fixed them a moment on those of Lady Canterville, addressing her, instinctively, rather than her husband. "I guess you and Lord Canterville had better leave it to me!"
"We have our traditions, Mr. Lemon," said her ladyship, with nobleness. "I imagine you don't know———" she murmured.
Lord Canterville laid his hand on the young man's shoulder. "My dear boy, those fellows will settle it in three minutes."
"Very likely they will!" said Jackson Lemon. Then he asked of Lady Canterville when he might see Lady Barb.
She hesitated a moment, in her gracious way. "I will write you a note."
