"The young fellows will do that. Every boy in the county will be there, including the 300th from Dangan Barracks."
"I daresay," said Sylvia: "you're always ready to shift your responsibilities. Never mind, Miss Spencer; I daresay we shall be able to find someone who will look after us, if it's only a waiter."
"Oh, indeed, you'll find someone to befriend you, never fear. And so will Pam. And so shall I. But what about Molly?"
"Never mind me, Miss Spencer," said Mary. "It would never do to have you chaperoning three girls, and I shouldn't enjoy it a bit. I shall stay up and have tea for you after your cold drive."
"I don't know what girls are coming to," said Miss Spencer; "I shouldn't like to have to stay at home myself."
"We don't mind Molly," cried her sisters; "she really likes to stay at home and write her perpetual letters."
"I shouldn't mind having the three of you," went on Miss Spencer; "we'd pass for four sisters."
"We should never look as lovely as you in that white satin and pearls," said Sylvia, fondly.
"I was much admired," said Miss Spencer, complacently. "But now I must be going. I've letters to write before dinner: I don't want to lose my beauty-sleep sitting up to write them."
When Sir Anthony came into the drawing-room before dinner, he found only Pamela stretching her hands to the wood fire in the low grate.