"It is the most extraordinary thing," she says, at last, looking up, and addressing them in an awestruck whisper, "the most unexpected. After all these years,—I can scarcely believe it to be true."
"But what is it, darling?" asks Letty, actually tingling with excitement.
"An invitation to Herst Royal!"
"I don't believe you," cries Luttrell, who means no rudeness at all, but is merely declaring in a modern fashion how delighted beyond measure he is.
"Look: is not that Marcia's writing? I suppose she wrote it, though it is dictated by grandpapa."
All four heads were instantly bent over the clear, bold calligraphy to read the cold but courteous invitation it contains.
"Dear Eleanor" is given to understand that her grandfather will be pleased to make her acquaintance, if she will be pleased to transfer herself and her maid to Herst Royal on the twenty-seventh of the present month. There are a few hints about suitable trains, a request that a speedy reply in the affirmative will be sent, and then "dear Eleanor" is desired to look upon Mr. Amherst as her "affectionate grandfather." Not one word about all the neglect that has been showered upon her for nineteen years.
"Well?" says Luttrell, who is naturally the first to recover himself.
"Had you anything to do with this?" asks John, turning almost fiercely to him.
"Nothing, on my honor."