“There isn’t a doubt of it,” replied Sherry tersely.
Hero clasped her hands tightly together. “And do you think — Cousin Jane as well?”
“Shouldn’t be at all surprised. It never rains but it pours. Dare say she’ll bring my uncle Horace along with her too.”
“Would it — would it be very poor-spirited of us to run away?” asked Hero anxiously.
“I don’t care a fig for that,” replied Sherry. “It’ll be deuced unpleasant if we stay! Thing to do is to give ’em all time to get used to the notion of us being married. By the time we come back to town I dare say they won’t be having the vapours any longer.”
Mr Ringwood, who had been sitting apparently lost in thought, suddenly said: “Brighton.”
“Too late in the season: we should never find a tolerable lodging,” replied Sherry. “Besides, I was down there in May, and it didn’t agree with me.”
“Lady Sherry would like it better than Leicestershire.”
“No, she wouldn’t. I’m going to teach her to ride.”
“Oh, are you, Sherry? Then do let us go to Leicestershire!” cried Hero.