‘Isn’t she?’ said a proud, playful voice. ‘Thank you;’ but seeing Emma disconcerted, Arthur hastened down-stairs.
‘Oh, I didn’t know he was there!’
‘Never mind!’ said Violet, among her blushes. ‘I’m glad he was. He liked it.’
‘I could not help it,’ said Emma. ‘You are so like a story! I can hardly believe you are real!’
Violet felt familiar enough to prove herself substantial by a playful pinch. ‘But look here! See what I found on my table.’
‘One of those serpent bracelets. It is very pretty!’
‘Was not it kind of Lord Martindale?’
‘You have to thank him for it! Oh! dreadful!’
‘I don’t mind speaking to him. It is so kind. “Mrs. A. Martindale, from her affectionate father,” the direction said. Oh! it is so very, very pleasant that he should be so kind to me. Is not it a beautiful creature! Look at its scales and its crown, and eyes. Arthur says they are sapphires.’
‘Yes, I never saw a prettier one.’