“That’s right. We’ll soon have some roses among the lilies. Ha! ha! You must steal some of your aunt’s. Got too many in her cheeks, hasn’t she, my dear—Damask, but we want maiden blush, eh?”
“Do be quiet, James. You really shouldn’t.”
“Where is Claud? He must have heard the bell.”
“Oh, yes, and he, came and called Kitty. He has only gone to change his wet boots.”
“Wet boots! Why, he wasn’t down till nine. Oh, here you are, sir. Come along.”
“Did you change your boots, Claud?”
“No, mother,” said that gentleman, seating himself opposite Kate.
“But you should, my dear.”
Wilton gave his niece a merry look and a nod, which was intended to mean, “You attend to me.”
“Yes, you should, my dear,” he went on, imitating his wife’s manner; “and why don’t you put on goloshes when you go out?”