"No," said Celia, rather surprised.
"Then there is a piece of information for you."
"She expects me to go, I suppose?"
"If you don't I won't," said Mr. Philip Ingram, dogmatically.
"Is the—the—Court"—began Celia, very hesitatingly.
"Is the Pretender there? Come out with it now—I shall not put my fingers in my ears. Yes, Madam, the Pretender is there, and his mother too, and all the rest of them."
"Oh!" sighed Celia, much relieved. "I thought you would be a Jacobite."
"You are a Whig, then, Mrs. Celia?" asked Philip in an amused tone.
"I do not know that I am a politician at all," she answered; "but I was brought up to the Whig view."
"All right!" said Mr. Philip, accommodatingly. "Don't let my mother know it—that is all."