“It does very well,” said Anthony sleepily.
Mrs Miles went on with her work, but presently began again.
“My dear, it is a long time since you called at Deanscourt, and Sir James Milman has always been so civil that it does not seem quite right. Suppose you were to ride over there this afternoon.”
“I don’t believe they’ve come down yet.”
“Lady and Miss Milman are at home, I know,” asserted Mrs Miles gravely, “for she wrote the other day to ask for Ellen Harding’s character. Miss Milman seems a very sweet girl.”
“Oh!”
“And very pretty, I’m sure.”
“She’s not my style,” said Anthony, with an air of having disposed of her.
“My dear, I think you would find her so, if only you knew her better,” interposed Mrs Miles earnestly, “and Mrs Featherly tells me—”
“What?”