“Arrah, whist, woman,” said Joseph Antony, “have you no eyes in your head. Can’t you see that the gentleman’s a clergyman?”
“Glory be to God!” said Mrs. Kinsella, “and to think now that they’d evict the like of him!”
Lady Isabel held out her hand to Priscilla.
“Goodbye,” she said, “and thank you so much for all you’ve done. If you see my mother——”
“We’ll see her tonight,” said Priscilla. “I shan’t be let in to dinner, but I’ll see her afterwards when Aunt Juliet is smoking in the hope of shocking your father.”
“Don’t tell her we’re here,” said Lady Isabel.
“Come along, Frank,” said Priscilla. “I’ll help you out of that boat and into the Tortoise. We must be getting home. Goodbye, Miss Rutherford.”
“It really is goodbye this time,” said Miss Rutherford. “I’m off tomorrow morning.”
“Back to London?” said Frank. “Hard luck.”
“To that frowsy old Museum,” said Priscilla, “full of skeletons of whales and stuffed antelopes and things.”