Leslie held her hands to the blaze, and with an amiable display of interest inquired of their affairs, the progress made in “getting settled.” There was still a good deal to do of a minor sort.
Accounts were given her in a merry duet; purchases were 76shown; she was told all that had happened since they last saw her, who had called, whom they had been to see.
Casting about in her mind for further things to communicate, Aurora was reminded of a small grievance.
“I thought your friend Mr. Fane was going to come and take us sight-seeing,” she said.
“Was it so arranged?”
“So I supposed.”
“And he hasn’t been?”
“Hide nor hair of him have we seen.”
“I meant, hasn’t he perhaps called while you were out?”
“He hasn’t.”