"Which is our house?" Gilbert asked.
"Not that one; not up the steps. But you shall not go in till you tell me her name."
"She is called Joyce," Gilbert said, in despair.
"Ah! then you allow there is only one she for you in all the world, and she is called Joyce."
"Now, I do hope you are satisfied," Gilbert said.
She laughed that loud, ringing laugh, as she ran upstairs before him. "Oh! of course I am satisfied," she said.
CHAPTER VIII.
BARLEY WOOD.
Great preparations were made in the Vicar's Close at Wells for Charlotte's visit to Barley Wood. Her aunt gave her orders as to what she was to wear every day; how she was to be sure to make a proper curtsey at the door of the drawing-room when she entered Mrs. More's presence; that she was to play on the piano, and exhibit the screens she had just painted; and if Mrs. More admired them, she was to beg her to do her the favour to accept them.