“‘Roughs?’”
“Rude, unbroken colts, unfit for a gentlewoman’s society. But let them pass. I only wished to explain why I did not introduce them to you. Now as to the entertainment of the evening. How did you like Xitz?” he inquired, mentioning the tenor of the troupe.
Drusilla went off into raptures over the tenor.
And they talked of the opera and of nothing else until they reached home.
Lights from the windows were gleaming through the trees as they drove up to the house.
“How bright and cheerful our little home looks,” said Drusilla, as Alexander lifted her from the carriage.
“I am glad you think so, love,” he whispered.
Pina opened the door, and smilingly admitted them.
She took her mistress’s hood and cloak, while her master relieved himself of his cap and overcoat.
And then she opened the drawing-room door where a fine fire was burning. And while they stood and warmed themselves before its blaze she drew aside the crimson curtain that shut off the dining-room, and revealed an elegant little supper set out in readiness.