"Heriot! It reminds me——" Tita grows silent a moment, and now a little flood of colour warms her face. "I have someone I want to ask, after all," cries she. "A cousin—Tom Hescott."
"A cousin?"
"Yes. And he has a sister—Minnie Hescott. I should like to ask them both." She looks at him. "They are quite presentable," says she whimsically.
"Your cousins should be, naturally," says he.
Yet his heart sinks. What sort of people are these Hescotts?
"I have not seen them for years," says Tita—"never since I lived with my father. Tom used to be with us always then, but he went abroad."
"To Australia?"
"Oh no—to Rome! To Rome first, at all events; he was going to India after that."
"For——"
"Nothing—nothing at all. Just to see the world!"