“I could not make out what he was saying.”
I glanced upwards, and caught a look of horror on her mother’s face.
“Oh, indeed,” I said; “it was just his sudden appearance which frightened you so much?”
“Yes,” she answered, wearily. “Oh, I wish I could go to New York,” she sighed.
“I have just persuaded your mother to spend a few days there.”
She glanced quickly from one to the other.
“Really?”
Mrs. Derwent nodded a tearful assent.
“And when are we going?” she demanded.