"Who else is coming?" he inquired.
"Nobody. That is, I have not asked anybody at present. I think I'd rather we were quietly by ourselves. She's a lady, Harry, you can see it for yourself. Her father was an Eton boy."
"Eh? You don't say so!" This was certainly a strong argument.
"And she is thoroughly out of health. I never saw a girl so altered—shattered with hard work, poor little soul. I believe if she doesn't get a long rest and a change that she will have a severe illness, and then what would become of her mother and sister, and the business she has managed so splendidly? Now that Cup time is over, it is possible for them to do without her for awhile, and country air and good feeding and a little looking after would set her up, I know. And I don't see how else she is to get it. I am sure the children would like to have her, Harry; and she is so modest and quiet that she would never be in the way."
"What about Tony?" asked Mr. Oxenham.
"He is not coming. I asked him, but he said he couldn't leave town. He is too much engaged with Lady Louisa, I suppose; and if she didn't keep him, Maude would. Oh, if there was the slightest chance of Tony being at Wandooyamba, of course I shouldn't ask Miss Liddon there."
"Well, my dear, I'm sure I don't care, one way or another. Do just what you think best."
"You are quite sure you don't mind, Harry?"
"Not in the least. What's good enough for you is good enough for me, and, personally, I think she's an awfully nice little thing."
"Then I shall go and settle it with her mother in the morning," said Mrs. Oxenham, "and we will take her back with us."