“I can’t think it of Lenore.—Oh! good morning, Raymond!”
“Good morning! May I come to breakfast number one? I have to go to Backsworth.”
“Yes,” said Jenny; “we told papa it was too bad to put you on the Prison Committee. What does your wife say?”
“My wife has so many occupations, that she is very sufficient for herself,” said Raymond. “I hope you will get on with her, Jenny. If she could only be got to think you intellectual!”
“Me? O, Raymond! you’ve not been telling her so?” exclaimed Jenny, laughing heartily.
“A very superior coach in divinity, &c.,” said Julius, in a tone half banter, half earnest.
But Jenny exclaimed in distress, “No, no, no; say nothing about that! It would never do for Herbert to have it known. Don’t let him guess that you know.”
“Quite right, Jenny; never fear,” said Julius; “though it is tempting to ask you to take Frank in hand at the same time.”
“Have you seen anything of the Vivians?” asked Raymond.
“Very little. I hoped to see something of Eleonora from hence.”