"A place in Wales, how nice!" said the London girl. "But it isn't the great Mr. Symington, is it?"
"Why, yes, I suppose it must be," said Jean.
"Of course it is," said Miss Meredith, socially active once more. "Mr. Symington is a very famous young man."
"Good gracious," said the London girl, "my curling tongs at once, please. These surprises are very demoralizing. Look at my hair."
They all made themselves beautiful for "the great Mr. Symington."
Mabel turned a pair of wide eyes on Elma. Elma nodded like a little mother, with a wealth of smiles at her lips. (Oh, Mabel, play up!)
Cuthbert had found his mother coming out of the drawing-room.
"Well, you seem in good spirits," said she,
"Who is in there?" he asked.
"Mr. Symington."