"Oh!" said Mrs. Pellypop, sitting up suddenly, "is that so? I am going down there myself on a visit to my son-in-law. He's the Bishop of Patagonia, my dear, and his parents live near Marlow. Mango is the name. I believe they are well known."
"Yes; I've heard of them," said Carmela cordially. "A dear old couple I believe."
Mrs. Pellypop drew herself up stiffly: "The parents of a bishop should never be called 'a dear old couple';" it savoured of the peasantry.
"May I inquire the name of your relative?" she asked, coldly, taking up her knitting.
"Sir Mark Trevor."
"Indeed," said Mrs. Pellypop, impressed with the fact that the young lady was connected with a baronet. "It's a Cornish name, is it not?"
"I believe so. He has estates in Cornwall; but also has a house on the Thames, where he stays for the summer."
"Oh! a bachelor's place I presume?" said Mrs. Pellypop artfully.
"Not exactly; he's a widower, and has one daughter nearly as old as I am, and they are going to meet me London, and then we intend to go to Marlow for the summer."
"Then I shall probably see you there," said Mrs. Pellypop cordially.