“Mr. Flight’s Sisterhood, are not they?”
“And Primrose Merrifield says that Wilfred declares that they are not ladies; but that’s all jealousy, you know, because Will doesn’t like my friends, and Magdalen is altogether gone upon grandees.”
“Fancy!” was all that Phyllis managed to say.
“She doesn’t want us to be friends with anybody who don’t belong to some one with a handle to her name. So foolish and stuck up! So we knew she would not be kind to Hubert.”
“I think you had better have tried. I thought her one of the kindest people in the world.”
“Ah! but, you know, unfortunately she has been a governess, and that teaches toadying.”
At that moment “Phyl” was called to see the first star over the sea, and ran up to her father, so as to conceal how nearly she was laughing. Hubert Delrio came towards Vera.
“Can you forgive me, Vera?” he said. “I shall speak to your sister as soon as I am at home, and ask her forgiveness, and—”
“Oh, yes! yes! But do tell me who these people are.”
“Did you not know? That most kind of men, is Lord Rotherwood. Those are Lord and Lady Ivinghoe, and—”