Joyce hesitated a moment, but only for a moment.
"You are thought too grand to drive in our four-wheel," she said, smiling.
"Grand! Who said so?"
"Melville, of course. He said you would be shocked to rumble and jolt over the roads, and that your luggage must go on the roof of the post-chaise."
Mr. Arundel laughed a merry, pleasant laugh, and said:
"I am sorry your brother should have given you such a bad account of me. Poor fellow!"
Joyce looked up quickly.
"Then you don't think exactly as Melville does?"
"No, I hope not," was the reply.
"But he is a friend of yours, is not he?"