'He is a clergyman, papa, and a Welshman, I believe. It would only be hospitable. We must not belie our country. Do write, papa. Think how anxious Miss Hall must be to hear of her sister.'
'But you say she has a packet of letters.'
'There is nothing like seeing a friend who has seen one's sister, I should think. Just one line of invitation! We will amuse him. He is very quiet, Miss Hall says. Here is the paper and a new pen. There's a good pappy, and—yes, "Presents his compliments"—yes—don't forget the bed. That's right! Now, just add, "that if he prefers not coming to-night, you hope he will make a point of spending the day here to-morrow."'
'But I don't hope it, my dear.'
'We will amuse him. Drive him out—anything. And perhaps he won't come.'
'Very well. Remember that I am not expected to—to—'
'Nothing, but just to drive with him. Thanks! you are a capital pater, and I will send this off immediately. Just direct it, "—— Jones, Esq., Glanyravon Farm." I wonder whether his name is David? I hope not. I don't like David.'
'Freda carried the note to the butler herself, and told him to get it sent immediately, and to tell the messenger to wait for an answer; then she went with the parcel of letters to Miss Hall.
The note found Mr Jones, Mr Prothero, and Gladys comfortably established near a snug fire in the hall, at a well-spread tea-table. Mr Jones asked for tea in preference to cwrw da, and he and Gladys were enjoying it, whilst Mr Prothero chose the good home-brewed. Eggs and bacon, cold meat, and most tempting butter were upon the table, and Mrs Prothero was acting waitress and hostess at the same time.
Shanno appeared with the note, delicately held by the corner between her finger and thumb.