“Sylvia and I are vague,” said Teresa boldly.
“Isn’t it a wonder that man should so quickly go, and his works so long outlive him?” asked Wilbraham.
“Isn’t it a conviction that that is impossible?” put in Mrs Brodrick.
“Perhaps,” said Wilbraham gravely, and glancing at Sylvia. He was not a very religious man himself, but he would wish his wife to be religious. And then he hastily put aside the thought as ridiculous.
Chapter Five.
“Teresa!”
“Granny!”
The young marchesa, who was moving about the room, touching her flowers, and musing as to an improved angle for a tall bamboo which had arrived that morning to fill a lonely corner, turned with a shade of defiance in voice and manner.