“You!” and Margaret sank back, as there was a general outcry of laughter and wonder.
“Did you know it, Ethel?” asked Flora severely.
“I only guessed at this moment,” said Ethel. “How well you did it, Harry!”
“Well!” said Flora, “I did think her dress very like Margaret’s shot silk. I hope you did not do that any harm.”
“But how did you manage?” said Ethel. “Where did your bonnet come from?”
“It was a new one of Adams’s wife. Mary got it for me. Come in, Polly, they have found it out. Did you not hear her splitting with laughing outside the window? I would not let her come in for fear she should spoil all.”
“And I was just going to give her such a scolding for giggling in the garden,” said Flora, “and to say we had been as bad as Miss Walkingham. You should not have been so awkward, Harry; you nearly betrayed yourself.”
“He had nobody to teach him but Mary,” said Ethel.
“Ah! you should have seen me at my ease in Minster Street. No one suspected me there.”
“In Minster Street. Oh, Harry, you don’t really mean it!”