"My pockets are crammed with spectacles," said Johnny.
"And when are you coming to me?"
"I was thinking of Tuesday."
"No; don't come till Wednesday. But I mean Monday. No; Monday won't do. Come on Tuesday,—early, and drive me out. And now tell us the news."
Johnny swore that there was no news. He made a brave attempt to be gay and easy before Lily; but he failed, and he knew that he failed,—and he knew that she knew that he failed. "Mamma will be so glad to see you," said Lily. "I suppose you haven't seen Bell yet?"
"I only got to Guestwick yesterday afternoon," said he.
"And it will be so nice our having Grace at the Small House;—won't it? Uncle Christopher has quite taken a passion for Grace,—so that I am hardly anybody now in the Allington world."
"By-the-by," said Johnny, "I came down here with a friend of yours, Grace."
"A friend of mine?" said Grace.
"So he says, and he is at Allington at this moment. He passed me in a gig going there."