“How heavenly! I’ll go this minute! What on earth is the matter with Denny? He looks as if he’d just heard the guns at the fort announcing a hurricane.”
The old man almost staggered in. His expression was quite wild.
“Lor’s sake, Missy,” he gasped. “A visitor! A man!”
Fanny snatched the card.
“Julia!” she cried, more excited than Denny. “It’s he! It’s Mr. Tay!”
Julia turned her face away and walked with great dignity to the opposite door. “Tell him that he must excuse me,” she said over her shoulder.
“He ask for Mis’ Winstone, Mis’ Julia.”
“For whom?”
“He say she ask him for tea.”
“She must be quite mad. Well, go and find her.” And she hastened to her room, determined to punish Tay for coming, but not so sure she should not waylay him in the garden when he left.