‘Is he buried here?’
‘Who—Theodore? Yes; your papa came home, and managed matters his own way, sent off all the governesses, put John under that ignorant old nurse, and began the precious intimacy with the Fotheringhams, that led to such results. I could have told him how it would be; but I believe he did repent of that!’
‘Did John know about Theodore?’
‘No; his sisters’ death had such an effect on him that they kept the knowledge from him. You had better never mention it, my dear; and especially,’ she added, somewhat pleadingly, ‘I would not have the party at the Prince’s transpire to your papa.’
Theodora felt her indignation would not endure concealment much longer. She called Miss Piper, and hastened away, the next moment finding herself vis-a-vis with John.
‘Are you just come in?’ said he, greeting her.
‘No, I have been with my aunt. How are you now?’
‘Quite well, thank you. I wish you could have come to Ventnor. You would have enjoyed it very much.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Have you seen Violet?’