At which he laughed with a sound of scoffing, and being tired of the discussion sauntered out of the house to that inexhaustible occupation of watching the boats come in, and smoking with old acquaintances, who were still congenial to him, and declared that he had not become stuck-up, though he was turned into an awful swell! Perhaps they were less bad for him than Stanhope, for they inspired no spirit of imitation.
When he came back a later post had arrived, bringing the news of Constance’s successes and of the invitation to her to share the expedition of her uncle and aunt. There was no question about letting her go, but the feeling was scarcely of congratulation.
‘Well, little Conny knows how to play her cards!’
‘Stuff—child wouldn’t know what it meant,’ said Herbert glumly.
‘Well,’ said his sister, ‘she always was the favourite, and I call it a shame.’
‘What, because you’ve been such a good girl, and got such honours and prizes?’ demanded Herbert.
‘Nonsense, Herbert,’ said his mother. ‘Ida’s education was finished, you know.’
‘Oh, she wasn’t a bit older than Conny is now.’
‘And I don’t hold with all that study, science and logic, and what d’ye call it; that’s no use to any one,’ continued his mother. ‘It’s not as if your sisters had to be governesses. Give me a girl who can play a tune on the piano and make herself agreeable. Your uncle may do as he pleases, but he’ll have Constance on his hands. The men don’t fancy a girl that is always after books and lectures.’
‘Not of your sort, perhaps,’ said Herbert, ‘but I don’t care what I bet that Conny gets a better husband than Ida.’