The young girl's face wore a flush of genuine animation. Lady Dromard regarded it for a moment, and admired it very much; then she bent forward and touched Ruth on the arm.
"Mrs. Holland, will you trust your sister to me for half an hour? I want to show her something that will interest her more than the cricket."
"Oh, Lady Dromard, I can't think of taking you away from the match," cried Christina, while Ruth's eyes danced, and the bonnets in front turned round.
"My dear Miss Luttrell, it will interest me more, now that Lord Manister is out."
"But there's Mr. Dromard."
"Oh, that boy! He has made more runs this week than are good for him. Miss Luttrell, am I to go alone?"
The bonnets in front knocked together.