"I give it up—stop, no I don't," and he slapped his knee, "it's about Angel."
"Yes, you are wonderfully quick, I must say, but why did you think of her?"
"I always knew she'd give him trouble yet."
"I don't know about the trouble, but she has joined him in the hills without a moment's notice."
Shafto gave a loud laugh. "That's Angel all the world over! I was always dead against Phil taking over charge of that girl. I knew he'd be let in. Here she comes out, I'll venture to say, as wild and unmanageable as ever. What the dickens is he going to do with her?"
"Well, for the present," said Mrs. Gordon with a faint smile, "he is sending her down to me. I daresay, ultimately, he will arrange for her return to England."
"From what I remember of Angel I fancy there will be two words to that. He might place her with some family; there are no end of girls out here now, as paying guests—but it's a day after the fair. As long as she is unmarried, he will be in hot water. You never know where you are with Angel, or where she will have you."
"You seem to have a bad opinion of her, poor girl," remarked the lady.
"Well, yes—and with good reason. What does Phil say?"
"'Angela arrived yesterday unexpectedly. Am sending her to you by four o'clock train. Please meet, and receive her, and pardon P. G.'"