“Thoroughness! why that’s what his sisters are always talking about. I think it thorough nonsense. Oh, I shall be so glad when they’re gone.”
“Yes, it will be nicer,” said Julia, thoughtfully; “but papa seems to like them very much.”
“Yes, isn’t it extraordinary?” cried Cynthia. “He wants papa to take a house in town, and to furnish it upon plans designed by him. I heard them talking about it, and papa seems to be guided by him in everything. And what do you think?”
“I don’t know, dear.”
“I’m as good as certain that that wicked Cyril has been borrowing money of Perry-Morton.”
“Why do you think that?” said Julia, quickly.
“Because Cyril does not make fun of him a bit, but both he and Frank are wonderfully civil.”
Julia sighed.
“Hadn’t we better turn back now, dear?”
“Oh, no! let’s go as far as old Mrs Meadows’s, poor old lady; she’ll think we are never coming again.”