“But I will talk her round,” said Lord Barmouth, rather pompously, to the infinite risk of sending his son once more off into convulsions.
“But I say, Charley,” cried Tom, who kept showing his delight by slapping his brother-in-law on the back; “I want to know one thing though; did the signore come that night to fetch Maude, and leave his organ in the area?”
“No, of course not,” cried Charley, eagerly; “I bought the organ, and came myself.”
“With the organ?”
“For this time only on any stage.”
“As they say in the play-bills,” cried Tom. “Hooray!”
At that moment the door was tried, and then shaken by her ladyship, who had been waiting till the first part of the storm was over, after which she ascended with Tryphie, whose face wore a peculiarly mocking look as she stood behind her aunt.
“Open this door,” cried Lady Barmouth.
A dead silence fell upon the group.
“Oh, papa!” cried Maude.