“Oh, that is out of the question; we couldn't think of such an excursion,” said Aunt Fanny.
Olivia cast a most imploring look on her aunt, and was silent.
“Another point, Mr. Cashel,” said Miss O'Hara, speaking in a very low whisper; “my sister, who is so particular about her girls,—you know how they have been brought up, so rigidly, and so carefully,—she is afraid of that kind of intimacy that might possibly grow up between them and—and—” Here she came to a full stop. “Did n't I hear you speak of Lady Kilgoff?”
“Yes; I thought her exactly the kind of person you 'd like to have.”
“Oh, she is charming—most delightful; but she is a woman of the world, Mr. Cashel.” said Aunt Fanny, shaking her head.
“Indeed!” muttered Roland, not in the least guessing the drift of the remark.
“No, no, Mr. Cashel, that would never do. These sweet children have no knowledge of such people, further than the common intercourse of society. Lady Kilgoff and Mrs. White—”
“Is she another?”
“She is another, Mr. Cashel,” said Aunt Fanny oracularly.
“Then I see nothing for it but limiting the party to myself and my yacht commander,—Lieutenant Sickleton of the Navy,—and I believe we have as little of the world about us as any one could desire.”