"How jolly!" she exclaimed. "I almost always have to sit in the balcony."
"Really?" said his Lordship. "You don't say so. But from what Mr. Spotts says, I should judge that the architecture of American churches was novel." And they walked across the lawn to the cathedral.
A few moments later, Miss Matilda, having dismissed her guests to their rooms, found herself alone with her nephew.
"Well," she said, turning on him sharply, "perhaps at last you'll condescend to tell me who these friends of yours are?"
"They're a party of ladies and gentlemen with whom I've been travelling in America," Cecil replied. "And as we'd agreed to join forces for the rest of the summer, I'd no option but to invite them here as my guests. The gentlemen I've already introduced to you—"
"Oh, the gentlemen!" snapped his aunt. "I've no concern about them. It's the women I—"
"The ladies, Aunt Matilda."
"The ladies, then. Your father, in what he is pleased to call his wisdom, has seen fit to allow you to introduce these persons into his house. I'm sure I hope he won't regret it! But I must insist on knowing something about the people whom I'm entertaining."
"As I've told you already," he replied very quietly, "they're ladies whom I've met in America. I might also add that they've good manners and are uniformly courteous."
Miss Matilda tilted her nose till its tip pointed straight at the spire of the cathedral, and, without any reply, swept past him into the house.