The other laughed. “By the way, he has a great friend who hails from your part of the world, Kitty. Mr. Colin Hayward—”
“Oh!” cried Kitty.
“You know him?”
“Not another villain, I hope!”
“Oh, no.”
“You would not mind if Mr. West brought him here?”
“Indeed, no,” said Kitty, angry with herself for blushing. It was so silly, especially as she was not in love with Colin.
Hilda did not pursue the subject. Their friendship, she felt, was still far too new for the taking of liberties, however kindly. After a pause—
“Have you decided,” she inquired, “ about letting your aunt know your address? I wish I could advise you, but I simply don’t know what to say about it.”