“Here we are. Don’t you want to see the monkey again?”
“Yes. And Miss Lucian,” said Cecil politely.
Miss Lucian had been very kind to him on their first visit, and had thereby won Rose’s confidence as well as Cecil’s.
“He’s been longing to come again,” she cried, as she shook hands with her hostess.
Dr. Lucian’s sister was a small, slight person, not young, but looking so because of the rapidity of her movements and the mobility of her small face.
“Would you like to look at pictures in the drawing-room or go and play in the garden?” she asked Cecil.
“The garden, please.”
“Then we’ll call you when it’s tea-time.”
Rose looked at her gratefully.
“That’s just what he enjoys—being let alone to play out of doors. It’s all new to him, you see.”