He seldom mentioned Valeria, but they knew that he had written to her.
He spoke of her again when an invitation came from the Admastons to witness their entertainment—an invitation which Adrian, it was evident to his sisters, cheerfully took it for granted that his father would refuse.
“It is very soon—very soon, indeed—to meet our neighbours after this unhappy affair of Valeria’s, that I fear has been only too much talked about. But it may be right to accept—it may be right. I cannot wish to disappoint the dear Adrian, either, though I am out of tune with gaieties at present. I will think over it, Lucilla, my dear, and let you know what answer to return.”
Lucilla, according to her wont, uttered no opinion, until Flora said to her:
“Wouldn’t it be better if we didn’t go to these theatricals? Won’t Father dislike them very much?”
“Very much indeed, I should imagine.”
“And do you suppose Adrian wants us to be there?”
“Probably not.”
They looked at one another, Lucilla with a certain rueful humourousness, Flora with none at all.
“But, Lucilla, can’t you stop him?”