“Oh, father, couldn’t you take me too? I just love elections!”
“No, my dear—impossible.”
“Oh, I wish you would. I’d adore the election and the speechifying, and the fun. We had one down in Glenveigh; they nearly tore one another to flittergigs.”
“That must have been exciting. I’m afraid I could not promise you anything of that description. It will be rather a good thing to leave you to stand alone and rely on yourself. After I return, I intend to take you over to France to see the Hernoncourts. I have promised that you shall pay them a long visit.”
“I wonder if they will like me?”
“I daresay they will, for you have inherited the Hernoncourts’ face, and disposition.”
“What is their disposition?”
“Gay, vivacious, impulsive, sensitive to kindness or ridicule. There is not much of the Mulgrave in you.”
“Oh, what a pity. Is Dudley more of a Mulgrave?”
“Yes. Do you and he hit it off?”