Naturally with this little ‘pitcher’ present, there was no opportunity for any confidential talk between the grown-ups. Mrs. Hesketh discoursed of home, her journey, and other ordinary topics, and in the lounge after déjeuner, Cara stuck to the ladies like the proverbial leech, and was sublimely indifferent to her mother’s timid hint, that ‘she might care to look at the new illustrated papers.’ No, indeed, Cara preferred to listen to this interesting new arrival; her talk was a novelty, she liked to stare at her expensive travelling-dress, her splendid rings, and little jewelled watch. She had nice luggage too, and a maid, and must be rich. Mrs. Hesketh was her godmother, and it was the well-known duty, and the raison d’être of a godmother, to give expensive presents.
After the trip down the lake, Mrs. Hesketh received Letty in her charming sitting-room at the ‘Paradis,’ and said, as she closed the door:
“Now we can talk a little, my dear. But where is Cara?”
“She has gone out on the water with Fritz.”
“Do you mean that handsome lad who met us at the boat?”
“Yes. They are old playmates. Please tell me, what you think of Cara,” she asked eagerly.
“Her appearance, I suppose you mean? Cara does you credit, a fine girl, who will develop into a fine woman. She has your colouring, with her aunt’s physique.”
“Oh, no, no—how can you say so!”
“You have done your utmost; the child is well nourished, well dressed, well drilled, and has been given a good conceit of herself—anyone can see that she has walked on the sunny side of the road!”
“I have done my best, Cousin Maude.”