“Oh, pretty well; he is slow.”
“But sure.”
“Perhaps too sure!”
“What do you mean?”
“He takes much for granted—sometimes I fancy he takes me for granted”—she added with a mischievous smile. “Now, father, let me race Rap to the little white gate, giving me a start. You must hold him.”
“What a child she was!” thought the earl, as he held the struggling dog—a child in some ways; but in others, her sayings were beyond his comprehension.
CHAPTER XXVII
Joseline and Tito stood together in a window watching the departure of Lord Mulgrave. Last words and farewells had been exchanged in the hall, and the girls had ample time to return to the library before the brougham travelled out of sight. As its polished blue panels disappeared round a clump of trees Tito suddenly flung her arms round her companion and exclaimed—