‘I shall be on the high seas!’
‘Oh yes, that is horrid! But you don’t sail with the regiment, I think, Captain Morville. You surely go?’
‘I am not certain,’ said Philip; especially disgusted by hearing of the splendour, and thinking that he had supposed Guy would have had more sense; and it showed how silly Amy really was, since she was evidently only anxious to enjoy the full paraphernalia of a bride.
‘Not certain!’ exclaimed Maurice and Eveleen, in a breath.
‘I am not sure that I shall have time. You know I have been intending to make a walking tour through Switzerland before joining at Corfu.’
‘And you really would prefer going by yourself—“apart, unfriended, melancholy, slow.”’
‘Very slow, indeed,’ said Maurice.
‘A wedding is a confused melancholy affair,’ said Philip. ‘You know I am no dancing man, Lady Eveleen; one individual like myself can make little difference to persons engrossed with their own affairs; I can wish my cousins well from a distance as well as at hand; and though they have been kind enough to ask me, I think that while their house is overflowing with guests of more mark, my room will be preferred to my company.’
‘Then you do not mean to go?’ said Lady Kilcoran. ‘I do not,’ she continued, ‘for my health is never equal to so much excitement, and it would only be giving poor Mrs. Edmonstone additional trouble to have to attend to me.’
‘So you really mean to stay away?’ said Eveleen.