‘Now, Dolly! When you said so much about the Mohun pride and scorn of your poor, dear uncle.’
‘Uncle Regie is not proud. And he would know what to do.’
‘But,’ cried Constance, in a fright, ‘you would never tell him! You promised that it should be a secret, and I should be in such a dreadful scrape with Lady Merrifield and Mary.’
‘Well! it was your doing, and you had all the pleasure of it, flourishing about the platform with him.’
‘How can you be so disagreeable, Dolores, when you know it was all on business. Though I do think he is the most interesting man I ever did see.’
‘Just because he flattered you.’
However, there is no need to tell how many cross and quarrelsome things the two tired friends said to each other. They were sitting on opposite sides of the fire, one very gloomy, and the other very pettish, when the waggonette stopped at the gate, to put out Miss Hacket and take up Dolores. Hands pulled her up the step, and a hubbub of merry voices received her in the dark.
‘Good girl, not to keep us waiting.’
‘Oh, Dolly, Dolly, Macrae says Uncle Regie’s come!’
‘Oh, Dolly, it has been such fun!’