"I don't know what you mean," Celia cried, alternately paling and flushing with excitement.
"You will be rich people when you get Sir Jasper Amery's money."
"But I don't know that we are going to it."
"Well, of course, I don't know it, either; but I expect you will. I heard father say that Mrs. Wallis is Sir Jasper's nearest relative."
"Does your father think—" Celia hesitated, not liking to finish her sentence, but Lulu did so for her.
"Does father think Sir Jasper is going to leave you his money? I'm sure I can't tell, and I am sure I should not like to ask him, for he'd be really angry with me if I did. He never talks about the affairs of anyone he's connected with in business. But, you may depend upon it, Sir Jasper would not have invited you all here if he had not meant to leave you his property. I've heard people at T— talking about it, and they all say that."
Celia shook her head doubtfully; and Lulu continued,
"I should ask him to give me some new clothes, if I were you. He isn't a bad-natured old fellow."
Celia looked slightly aghast at hearing the master of the house spoken of in such a flippant manner. She stood gazing thoughtfully at the blue frock, whilst Lulu concluded:
"I shall wear it to church to-morrow; that's why I brought it."