The girl was a lady, she had a graceful figure, and a bright clever face; and the old woman had not been suffered to dress her! Even her captious eye could find no fault in that simple toilet.
“How do you do, Miss Gordon? Had you a good passage out?” she asked urbanely.
“Yes, thank you.”
“You came out in the Arcadia, and most likely with a number of people I know, the Greys, the Bruces, the Lockyers.”
“No doubt I did. There were three hundred passengers.”
“And no doubt you had a very good time, and enjoyed yourself immensely.”
“No, I cannot fancy any one enjoying themselves on board ship,” rejoined Honor, with a vivid recollection of fretful children to wash and dress, and keep out of harm’s way.
“Oh!” with a pitying, half-contemptuous smile, “seasick the whole way?”
Honor shook her head.
“Well, I see you won’t commit yourself,” with a playful air, “but I shall hear all about you from the Greys,” and she nodded significantly, as much as to say, “Pray do not imagine that any of your enormities will be hidden from me!”