"Yes, I will remember," says the girl, slowly, and with a visible effort.
Then Moyne is reached in solemn silence so far as the Misses Blake are concerned; in solemn silence, too, the two old ladies mount the oaken staircase that leads to their rooms. Outside, on the corridor, they pause and contemplate each other for a moment earnestly.
"He—he is very good-looking," says Miss Penelope at last, as though compelled to make the admission even against her will.
"He is abominably handsome," says Miss Priscilla fiercely: after which she darts into her room and closes the door with a subdued bang behind her.
CHAPTER VIII.
How Brian, having instituted inquiries, condemns his Uncle secretly—How Terry throws light upon a dark subject, and how, for the third time, Love "finds out his way."
It is the evening of the next day, and dinner at Coole has just come to an end. Mr. Kelly, who has been Brian's guest for the last fortnight, and who is to remain as long as suits him or as long after the grouse-shooting in August as he wills, has taken himself into the garden to smoke a cigar. This he does at a hint from Brian.
Now, finding himself alone with his uncle, Brian says, in the casual tone of one making an indifferent remark,—
"By the bye, I can see you are not on good terms with those old ladies at Moyne."