"Oh, she acts, or sings, or something. Awfully jolly girl, and uncommon pretty. Don't you think so, Squire?"
"Yes, I did, Harry. But why is she staying there?"
"Really, Delane," said the Colonel, "what possible business is that of yours?"
"I've called on Bannister, and he's going to return my call. I think it's a good deal of business of mine."
"Well!" exclaimed the Colonel; "for sheer uncharitableness and the thinking of all evil, give me a respectable Christian man like yourself, Delane."
"Oh, it's all right," said Sir Harry cheerfully. "The old lady, Mrs. What's-her-name, is there."
"I hope it is," said the Squire. "Bannister has himself to thank for any suspicions which may be aroused."
"Suspicions? Bosh!" said the Colonel. "They are all coming to dine with me to-morrow. I met Bannister and asked him. He said he had friends, and I told him to bring the lot. Will you and Mrs. Delane come, Squire?"
"My wife's away, thanks."
"Then bring Janet."