“He is taken from Mrs. Henderson’s little boy,” added Vera; “such a dear little darling.”
“And his mother is to be done; indeed, he has sketched her for St. Juliet.”
“Flapsy! St. Romeo, too, I suppose?”
“Nonsense, Nag! There really was a St. Juliet or Julitta, and she was his mother, and they both were martyrs. I will tell you all the history,” began Paula; but Agatha interposed.
“You must like having him down here. Sister must be much pleased with him. She used to like old Mr. Delrio.”
“Well, we have not said much about him,” owned Paula. “He does not seem to wish it, or expect to be in with swells.”
“We could not stand his being treated like a common house-painter and upholsterer,” added Vera.
“Surely no one does so,” said Agatha.
“Not exactly,” said Paula; “at least, he has had supper at St. Kenelm’s Vicarage with Lady Flight, and luncheon at Carrara with Captain and Mrs. Henderson.”
“Because he was doing the child,” interposed Vera; “and Thekla says that Primrose Merrifield says that her Aunt Jane—that is, old Miss Mohun—says that Lady Flight is not a gentlewoman.”