“I have enjoyed myself very much, and cannot express my thanks for your hospitality,” Robert replied.
“It was very kind in you to honor us with your company,” said Mrs. Newville with a charming grace and dignity.
Miss Newville went with them to the gate, Major Evelyn improving the opportunity to walk by her side. Robert thought there was a shade of vexation on her face.
“Excuse me, gentlemen, while I talk with Miss Brandon a moment,” she said, dropping behind. Robert walked on a few steps and waited for Berinthia. Major Evelyn lingered a moment as if to have a last word with Miss Newville, but politeness would not admit his further tarrying; he lifted his hat and walked away.
“Oh, Mr. Walden, what do you think your good cousin has been saying?” said Miss Newville, calling him once more to the gate.
“Possibly that she has had an agreeable chat with one of his majesty’s brilliant officers,” Robert replied.
“Instead of being brilliant, he was positively stupid. I don’t like epaulets,” said Berinthia.
“Not those sent to protect us?” Miss Newville asked.
“No.”
“Neither do I.”