“Hugh come here, and he and I live here for always!” Sydney cried. “Oh, St. Quentin, you don’t mean it?”
“Then you like the notion?” said her cousin with a pleased smile.
“Like it!” cried Sydney. “Why, the part of being married that I minded was the leaving you!”
Lord Lisle entertained quite a large party at his christening feast.
Mrs. Chichester was there, seeming to grow visibly younger in the freedom from household cares, and rapidly finding a congenial spirit in Katharine, and Dolly, very happy to be with Sydney again, and Fred and Prissie, who in spite of some natural disappointment at finding no merry-go-rounds in St. Quentin’s Park, managed to enjoy themselves exceedingly, with the ecstatic joy of London children in the country.
And Lord Braemuir was there, burly and good-natured as ever, and most hearty in his congratulations both to Hugh and St. Quentin, and Mr. Fenton, absolutely beaming, and looking with a nervous interest at the baby, whom he liked very much, he explained, “at a distance.”
And Hugh was there, with Dr. Lorry, whose door already bore the brass inscription,
Dr. Gustavus Lorry.
Dr. Hugh Chichester.