“Then I am afraid she will tire me dreadfully,” said the Demarch dryly, “for I do not like chatterboxes. However, Helena will be glad to see her aunt. Will you not, child?”
“Of course, papa. I will be glad to see all my relations if they are as charming as Cousin Maurice.”
“Eunice is an angel.”
“Of course,” said Helena mockingly; “that is because you love her. Why, Maurice says the same thing about me.”
“What does Maurice say?” asked that gentleman, looking up from his letter.
“That I am the dearest girl in the world,” laughed Helena, going up to him.
“I will find that out when your milliner’s bills come in.”
“Milliner!” said the child of Nature; “what is a milliner?”
They all laughed at this, particularly Justinian, who pinched his daughter’s ear gently.
“Ah, a milliner is a very important person, my child. She makes gowns.”