“A couple of friends are coming from town to-morrow—one of them a friend of yours.”
“Who?”
“Rather more than a friend; a relative, I suppose.”
“Robert Asquith?” said Isabel, surprised.
“Yes; I invited him some time ago, at Knightswell.”
“Why, I had a letter from him just before I left, and he didn’t say anything about it. How came you to make such friends with him?”
“Oh, he took my fancy! And I thought it might be pleasant for you to meet here.”
“Certainly; I am delighted.”
“I’m so glad you like him,” she added, after a pause. “I had no idea you got on such good terms when he came down.”
“Why do you never speak of him?” Mrs. Stratton asked, smiling slightly.