"Is there, then, no chance of their stopping in Ennis to-night?" As I put the question my mind reverted to Peter and his eternal canter.
"Oh, dear, no, sir; the horses are ordered to take them, since Tuesday; and they only thought of staying in Ennis, if you came time enough to meet them—and they will be so sorry."
"Do you think so, Mrs. Herbert? do you, indeed, think so?" said I, in a most insinuating tone.
"I am perfectly sure of it, sir."
"Oh, Mrs. Herbert, you are too kind to think so; but perhaps—that is—may be, Mrs. Herbert, she said something—"
"Who, sir?"
"Lady Callonby, I mean; did her ladyship leave any message for me about her plants? or did she remember—"
Mrs. Herbert kept looking at me all the time, with her great wide grey eyes, while I kept stammering and blushing like a school-boy.
"No, sir; her ladyship said nothing, sir; but Lady Jane—"
"Yes; well, what of Lady Jane, my dear Mrs. Herbert?"