“That is Sirenwood,” said Charles. “Sir Harry Vivian’s. He is just come back there with his two daughters.”
“I thought Emily Vivian was dead,” said Julius. “You don’t mean that women!”
“That woman?” laughed his wife. “What has she done to be a that woman?”
“Offended his Reverence,” said Frank, in that sort of jocose tone which betrays annoyance.
“A heartless mischievous woman!” said Julius.
Rosamond cocked up her left eyebrow with an ineffably droll look, which encouraged Charlie to say, “Such fierceness can only be prompted by personal experience. Look out, Rosamond!”
“Come ’fess, Julius,” said she, merrily. “’Fess and make it up.”
“I—I have nothing to confess,” said Julius, seriously.
“Hasn’t he indeed?” said she, looking at the brothers.
“Oh! don’t ask us,” said Charlie. “His youthful indiscretions were over long before our eyes had risen above the horizon!”