“Yes, ma, dear,” said Fin, with a sigh, “that’s it. If she only meant things for the second best, I wouldn’t care, for then one might perhaps be comfortable.”
“But, my dear, don’t talk so,” said Lady Rea; “and I think you are misjudging Aunt Matty about her sending to Captain Vanleigh.”
“Oh no, ma, dear,” cried Fin. “It’s quite right. That dreadful noodle, Sir Felix, let it all out to me just now in the dining-room, while the Captain was upstairs with you.”
“Has he been speaking to you, then?” said Lady Rea, eagerly.
“Yes, ma,” said Fin, coolly; but there was a pretty rosy flush in her little cheek.
“What did he say, dear?”
“He-haw, he-haw, he-haw-w-w-w!” said Fin, seriously.
“Fin!”
“Well, it sounded like it, ma,” said Fin, “for I never did meet such a donkey.”
“But, my dear Fin—”