Kit, rising in her seat, prepares for battle, and is indeed about to hurl a scathing rebuke upon him, when Miss Priscilla interrupts her.
"What is this great charm you see in Miss Fitzgerald, Terence?" she asks slowly.
"That is just what I cannot describe, aunt."
"I should think you couldn't, indeed!" puts in Kit, wrathfully.
"But, as I said before, she is delightful."
"She may be," says Priscilla, the most damning doubt in her tone. "She may be, my dear. Forbid that I should deny it! But there are some delightful people, Terence, that are not good for us."
Somehow, after this, conversation dwindles until it is gone. Terence sulks; Monica moons; Kit ponders; the Miss Blake snooze: and so at last home is reached.
CHAPTER XI.
How Kit sees a Vision, and being exhorted thereto by it, pleads a certain cause with great success.