“All right,” he said. “I’ll stop and take care of you till you’re ready to start, and see you safe in town. You can go to a hotel for a day or two. Will that do?”
“Yes, dear; admirably,” cried Mrs Rolph, eagerly; and Marjorie uttered a sigh of consent that was like a moan of pain.
Volume Three—Chapter Twelve.
Re the Focus.
News reaches the servants’ hall sooner than it does the drawing-room, and before long it was known at Brackley that a wedding was in the air.
Cook let it off in triumph one day at dinner. She had been very silent for some time, and then began to smile, till Morris, the butler, who had noted the peculiarities of this lady for years, suddenly exclaimed,—“Now then, what is it? Out with it, cook!”
“Oh, don’t ask me; it’s nothing.”
“Yes, it is,” said the butler, with a wink directed all round the table. “What are you laughing at?”