“I should rather think it was!” rejoined Mrs. Brande, tartly; she was but human after all.
“My brother and all my people will be much gratified—Sir Gloster is such a dear good fellow, and so well off, and so steady.”
“I hope he won’t be a little too steady for Lalla!”
“Not he; and he delights in all her fun, and singing——”
“And dancing?” suggested Mrs. Brande, significantly.
“It will not be a long engagement,” ignoring this little thrust. “This is the second week of September; we shall all be going down in another six weeks. We will have the wedding in about a month.”
It was on the tip of Mrs. Brande’s tongue to say, “Delays are dangerous,” but she closed her lips.
“Where is Honor?” inquired Mrs. Langrishe, with rare effusion.
“She has gone off down the khud to get ivy for the table. I have a small dinner this evening.”
“You are always having dinners, you wonderful woman.”