“What was?” cried Jenny sharply.
“Our going down to Northwood. I lost a thousand pounds by the transaction.”
“And gained the dearest girl in the world to love.”
“Don’t talk absurdly, child,” said Leigh, firmly. “I beg that you will not speak to me in that tone about Miss Wilton. Has Claud been again?”
“I beg that you will not speak to me in that tone about Mr Wilton,” said Jenny, with a mischievous look at her brother, who glanced at her sharply.
“Claud Wilton is not such a bad fellow after all, I begin to think. All that horsey caddishness will, I daresay, wear off.”
“I am sorry for the poor woman who has to rub it off,” said Jenny.
“You did not tell me if he had called.”
“Yes, he did call.”
“Jenny!”