“Really? And how long will you stay with us?”
“As long as you’ll have me. All the year perhaps.”
“You don’t mean that! Oh, that’s splendiferous!” The school-girl came out now and then. “Really, now that is jolly! Do you know, I find it just a little dull with Rhoda. She doesn’t seem to care to talk, or to sing, or to do anything. I suppose it’s because she hasn’t been feeling well for a long time. I do wish she’d get better; it makes everything rather miserable, doesn’t it?”
“We shall have to take her to the sea-side-at Easter,” Ada said.
“Yes, so father was saying the other day. When you are married, where shall you live, Ada?”
“One of those houses,” Ada replied, pointing to Cheyne Walk.
“That’s a splendid idea! And you’ll have musical parties, won’t you?”
“Certainly I will; and you shall sing.”
“No, that’s too good! Then we shall get more society; you’ll ask us sometimes to dinner in state, won’t you?”
“If you will honour me with your company.”