His mind was evidently full of the Feast of the Sunday, and Julius answered, “Whichever Sunday you are strong enough, of course, dear fellow. You had better come with him, Jenny, and sleep at the Rectory.”
“Oh! thank you. I should like nothing so much; and I think they will spare me that one day.”
“You will come in for a grand gathering, that is, if poor Cecil accepts. Miles thinks she ought to be godmother.”
“Oh!”
“And no one has said a word of any cloud. It is better he should know nothing.”
“And oh! Julius, is it true that her father has bought Sirenwood for her?”
“Quite true. You know it was proposed at first, but the trustees doubted of the title; but when all that was cleared up, it turned out to be a better investment than Swanslea, and so they settled it, without much reference to her.”
“She will let it, of course?”
“I suppose so.”
“You don’t think she will come to the christening?”