"A yesterday that dates from six weeks ago," a little reproachfully.
"I know. You like being there. It is a very amusing house to be at. I don't blame you in any way. Lord and Lady Baltimore are both charming in their ways, and very kind, and yet——"
"There, don't stop; you are coming to it now, the very heart of the meaning. Go on," authoritatively, and seizing her sister in her arms, "or I'll shake it out of you."
"It is this then," says Mrs. Monkton slowly. "I don't think it is a wise thing for you to go there so often."
"Oh Barbara! Owl of Wisdom as thou art, why not?" The girl is laughing, yet a deep flush of color has crept into each cheek.
"Never mind the why not. Perhaps it is unwise to go anywhere too often; and you must acknowledge that you spent almost the entire spring there."
"Well, I hinted all that to Mr. Dysart."
"Was he here?"
"Yes. He came down from the Court with the note."
"And—who else is to be there?"