“What are the names of the other ones?”
“Valeria and Flora and Adrian. Valeria and Flora are sometimes called Val and Flossie.”
He had discovered afterwards that they were seldom called anything else, except by their father.
“Why don’t Papa and Mamma come in this little carriage too?”
“Because there wouldn’t have been room. They will come in the brougham, later on.”
“They won’t go back to India without saying good-bye first, will they?” he asked wistfully.
He had known for a long time that Papa and Mamma were going back to India and leaving him at St. Gwenllian.
“No, I promise you they won’t do that,” had said Lucilla seriously.
Owen had felt entirely that her word was one to be relied upon. Very few grown-up persons gave him that feeling.
He remembered extraordinarily little about the house at St. Gwenllian. It was large, and cold, and there were a good many pictures on the walls, but the only two rooms of which he retained a mental photograph were the schoolroom, and the Canon’s library.