"Well?" asked Mrs. Willoughby, repressing an exclamation of vexation.
"Well, he says that in three days he will leave, and go first to Rome, as he thinks we will be most likely to be there this season. And so, you see, he's coming on; and he will be here in three days, you know."
"Minnie," said her sister, after some moments' solemn thought.
"Well, Kitty darling?"
"Do you ever think?"
"I don't know."
"Would you like one of these gentlemen of yours to blow one of the others' brains out, or stab him, or any thing of that sort?"
"How shocking you are, Kitty dear! What a dreadful question!"
"Well, understand me now. One of them will do that. There will be trouble, and your name will be associated with it."
"Well," said Minnie, "I know who won't be shot."