“My dear Laura,” drawled Max, “will you take my advice and adopt a motto?”
“Motto?” said Laura inquiringly.
“Ya-as, bai Jove! the very one for you—just suited to the occasion: Laissez-aller. Do you understand?”
Laura looked at him meaningly, but made no reply, for they had reached the carriage.
Volume One—Chapter Fifteen.
Charley’s Fête.
In spite of her annoyance, Laura’s eyes sparkled when they reached the Court; for Sir Philip hurried to the carriage, welcoming the party most warmly, and, handing her out, he led her himself to the beautiful little kiosk, and then took her from place to place, according to her attentions that made more than one match-making mamma with marriageable daughters look meaningly at the same daughters, and then think of Charley Vining with a sigh.
But if Laura was in high glee, so was not Max, who had to stand by while Charley carried off Ella Bedford, Nelly laughingly fastening upon his other arm.