"Oh, by the way, how is Barbara?"
"Well, not very brilliant this morning; she's got one of her headaches, and I persuaded her to breakfast in bed."
"Ah, she didn't take much persuading, I fancy. The young girls nowadays are very different from what I remember them; but she'd be tired, poor child, waiting up for you last night."
"She did no such thing, I'm delighted to say," said Frank, smiling, "as I had to write upon the result of the debate, and didn't get home until nearly three o'clock. Poor Barbara was sound asleep at that time, and had been so for some hours."
"Ah, ever since her visitor went away, I suppose?"
"Her visitor? What visitor?"
"Didn't she tell you? How odd! I called in last evening for a volume of Blunt on the Pentateuch, and found Captain Lyster here chatting. How odd that Barbara didn't mention it!"
"She was too sleepy both last night and this morning, I imagine," said Frank: "she has frequently told me of his visits."
"Oh, yes, he calls here very often."
"He's a very pleasant fellow," said Frank.