She nodded her comprehension.
"You see that—that they won't come round."
"No," I replied, with some incisiveness; "they will come round—especially Mr. Brokenshire. It's the other condition I no longer expect to see fulfilled."
If the hermit thrush could fail in its song it did it then. Lady Cecilia stared at me with a blankness that became awe.
"That's the most extraordinary thing I ever heard. Ethel Rossiter must be wrong."
I had a sudden suspicion.
"Wrong about what?"
The question put Lady Cecilia on her guard.
"Oh, nothing I need explain." But her face lighted with quick enthusiasm. "I call it magnificent."
"Call what 'magnificent'?"