'Not I. Never mind Mina, dear. You should be learning not to mind anything she says.'
'There's the bell. That's mother, I hope. We never miss mother more than at tea-time,' said Mina, jumping up. Love for her mother was the passion of her soul. It shone in her face, and betrayed itself in a hundred little attentions which touched Gladys inexpressibly. Clara was always more reserved, but though her feelings found slower expression they were not less deep and keen; and though Gladys felt at home and happy with every member of that singularly united household, it was to Clara, who was so seldom the favourite outside, that her heart went out in love.
'It is not mother. It's callers, I do believe,' cried Mina, giving her hair a tug before the mirror, and shaking out her skirts, while her face brightened with expectation.
'Mr. and Miss Fordyce.'
Clara rose and went hastily forward to receive her cousins, while the irrepressible Mina strove to hide her laughter, though her eyes danced in the most suspicious manner. It was with rather more than ordinary interest that Gladys regarded the new-comers. They were certainly a handsome pair, and so closely resembling each other that their relationship was at once apparent.
'To what do we owe this unexpected felicity?' inquired Mina banteringly. 'On such a day, too.'
'Yes, indeed; we quite expected to see you in the house we have just left,' said Julia a little stiffly.
'Evelyn Stuart's. Have you forgotten this is her first reception day?'
'So it is, and we forgot all about it. Clara, whatever shall we do? Was there a crowd?'