"I am going to take my cousin and Miss Trevor to the Italian Exhibition," said Vassalla, quickly.
"Not to-night," replied Carmela, coldly, "I am going to write letters."
"And I am going to wait in to see the Bishop," said Mrs. Pellypop.
"In fact," said Bell Trevor, sarcastically, "we are going to have a quiet, domestic evening."
"I hope you'll enjoy yourself," whispered Pat to Miss Lester, as he rose to go.
"Oh, bother," retorted that young lady, crossly; "I might as well be in a convent. The way Mrs. Pellypop looks after me! However, my father is coming to London this week, and then I'll go everywhere."
"May I come too?" plaintively asked Pat.
"If you're good, yes."
As Ronald said good-bye to Carmela, he asked her what she would be doing in the afternoon of the next day.
"Oh! Sir Mark, Miss Trevor, and I are going to the Italian Exhibition."