“And you never told us about it,” said Anna, in surprise.
“I—shrank from the subject; and, besides, I did not think you would care to hear. You remember little Lenny’s losing a lock of hair?”
“Certainly; and it was cut off by his father, I suppose.”
“Yes, in the absence of Pina, and while Lenny was in the temporary charge of the chambermaid.”
“And you never mentioned it to us.”
“Dear Anna, you know I never bring up Alick’s name unnecessarily.”
“Well, but I must tell Dick all about it if you have no objection.”
“None in the world. I wish him to know it.”
“But I am astonished at Alexander, merging the honest manliness of an American citizen in the empty title of a Scotch barony! However, it is all of a piece with his late mad proceedings. Now, there, I see from your reproving countenance that I must utter no more blasphemies against your idol; but now if the divine Alexander is Lord Killcrichtoun, what are you, my dear?”
Drusilla looked up with a startled expression, then reflected a few moments, and finally answered: