"Larger than Wardenscourt?" whispered Miss Campbell.
"Decidedly, and altogether a different style of place. A magnificent park; oaks that the Druids might have planted, and the house built in the quadrangular form like a Spanish convent."
"I like that sort of thing; but I fear he is rather difficult to—"
("To make a fool of," Harriet was almost tempted to add.)
"Not at all, my dear," pursued Lady James, "it is all manner; did I never tell you how he was drawn in by our good friend, Mrs. Maxwell Dorset?"
"No; I should like to hear it, of all things!"
"I'll tell you another time. Recollect, music is his passion. Talk of Spohr and Beethoven."
"I do so dislike a 'fanatico per la musica,'" said Miss Campbell.
"Yes, but a man of his standing in society," argued Lady James, "by the bye, I must secure him to drive with us to Tynebrook, this morning. You and him together; I will sit in front with Lord James."
Harriet sprang from the sofa, seized upon Margaret, who was quietly reading, and whirled her into the verandah. Lord Raymond, Mr. Gage and Mr. Haveloc were standing on the lawn. Mr. Gage smoking.