“Yes, auntie; old Lord—”
“Hush! don’t call people old.”
“Lord Carboro’ has taken a fancy to some one else.”
“Well, perhaps so,” said Miss Clode, tapping her niece’s fat cheek, and smiling. “People do take fancies, even when they are growing older,” she added with a sigh. “Well, he hasn’t taken a fancy to you.”
“Ugh! Oh, gracious, auntie, don’t,” said the girl with a shudder. “He’s such a horrid old man. I can’t think how it was that beautiful Miss Cora Dean could like him.”
“I can,” said Miss Clode shortly. “Now go and see about the dinner, and don’t talk so much.”