"I will speak to father about it," Lulu said, "and get him to ask Mrs. Wallis to let you come. I suppose you will have holidays later on?"
"Yes, they will begin at the end of July, when Eric comes home."
"Oh, I had forgotten your brother! Perhaps you will not like to leave the Moat House whilst he is here?"
"Oh, I shall not mind." Celia blushed as she caught her companion's glance of surprise. "Of course I am looking forward to seeing him," she explained, hastily, "but he and Joy spend most of their time together during the holidays."
"Sir Jasper has not seen him yet, has he?" Lulu questioned. "Perhaps he will make him his heir," she added, after Celia had replied in the negative.
"His heir?" Celia repeated. "Did you know Uncle Jasper's son?" she inquired, presently.
"I never spoke to him, but I used to see him a T— sometimes, driving in the town, when he was visiting his father. His was a dreadful death, wasn't it?"
"I never heard how he died. I suppose mother knows, but she has not told us, and I never thought of asking her."
"He was drowned."
"Drowned? How dreadful!"