"Well, why shouldn't she? But, as it happens, I did not say anything of the kind. I said the boys wanted one of us to go, and Honor never dreamed of going any more than you did. You shouldn't jump at conclusions so quickly. Now, tell me, what do you think of this news about Doris?"
"O, I am awfully glad. I think from what you have all told me that Ferrars must be a nice fellow. We shall have you going off next, Molly."
"Me?—oh, dear no! Besides, it is Honor's turn before mine, you know."
"Is it true this that I hear about young Horton, or rather his regiment, being ordered off to the Soudan?"
"Yes," says Molly quietly, bending over her work. "It is quite true."
"When does he arrive from Ireland?"
"Mrs. Horton wrote us word that she expected him to-morrow."
"And you will expect him the day after, I suppose?"
"I daresay he will come to see us soon," says Molly simply; "his time will be very short before he leaves altogether."
"Poor fellow!" says the doctor musingly. "It is a pity he is being sent so far away. Well, I must really be off now—by Jove, it's later than I thought! Good-bye for the present, Molly. Perhaps you would not mind asking Miss Honor if she will stroll up for Daisy with me? I'd no idea it was so late, or I would have run in and asked her myself."