and stick to go out again) stood there a moment, face to face.
"It's clear enough he wants her," said his lordship, in a summary manner.
"There 's something so odd about him," Lady Canterville answered. "Fancy his speaking so about settlements!"
"You had better give him his head; he 'll go much quieter."
"He 's so obstinate—very obstinate; it 's easy to see that. And he seems to think a girl in your daughter's position can be married from one day to the other—with a ring and a new frock—like a housemaid."
"Well, of course, over there, that 's the kind of thing. But he seems really to have a most extraordinary fortune; and every one does say their women have carte blanche."
"Carte blanche is not what Barb wishes; she wishes a settlement. She wants a definite income; she wants to be safe."
Lord Canterville stared a moment. "Has she told you so? I thought you said———." And then he stopped. "I beg your pardon," he added.
Lady Canterville gave no explanation of her inconsistency. She went on to remark that American fortunes were notoriously insecure; one heard of nothing else; they melted away like smoke. It was their duty to their child to demand that something should be fixed.
