"Nay, nay; I did not say that of all reformers."
"Well, Miss Maclean, whatever your theories may be, you have worked a grand reformation in Miss Reynolds."
"Now that is precisely a case of the wrong man getting the credit. That, at least, was the work of her own loyal self."
"If only she would be quite natural, and not treat the doctors with that half-coquettish air!"
"But that is natural to her, and I can't say I altogether object to it. Perhaps I am partial. Here are the notes in the meantime."
"Many thanks. Good-bye."
"Au revoir! Come back again—when you want another chapter out of the Middle Ages."
Mona returned to her books, but she had not read a page before another visitor was announced.
"I really shall have to sport my oak," she said; but when she took the card from the salver, her whole face beamed.
"Show him in," she said, wheeling an arm-chair up to the fire. "Mr Reynolds, there are not three people in the world whom I should be so glad to see. What lucky wind blows you here now?"