"What a set of gossips we are," cried Conny, who had taken little part in the conversation. "Come along, Fred; you know we are dining at the Greys to-night."
"Botheration! They are certain to give me Nelly to take in," grumbled Fred, who, like many of his sex, was extremely modest where his feelings were concerned, but cherished a belief that the mass of womankind had designs upon him; "and we never know what on earth to say to one another."
"There goes Mr. Jermyn," observed Phyllis, as the door closed on the brother and sister; "he said something about coming in here to-night."
Lucy, who was seated at some distance from the window, allowed herself to look up, and smiled as she remarked—
"What ages ago it seems since we used to wonder about him and call him 'Conny's man.'"
"'Conny's man,'" added Phyllis, with a curl of her pretty lips, "who does not care two straws for Conny."
