"What a disgusting climate this is, Nelly! nothing but rain—rain—rain—till one feels inclined to swear at the weather."
"That would be very wrong, Johnny: remember who sends the weather; besides we have had some beautiful days: do you remember the time we spent at the Towers?"
"You are so particular, Nelly. After all, this is only the more provoking after such fine weather. So ho!" he continued, yawning; "I wish I was at the Towers again! It has rained ever since Captain L'Estrange was lost, and spoilt all the fun."
"It is very curious indeed," said Ellen. "What a wet ride Lord Wentworth will have home to-night."
"I don't pity him, such a jolly house to go to. When you are Lady Wentworth, Nelly, mind you invite me out."
Ellen smiled.
"I wish this mysterious affair was cleared up though; I shall never feel quite happy till it is."
"You will be happy enough when you are married, Nell!"
"Look, sister Ellen," said Maude, "the Earl has left his hunting whip."
"So he has; give it me, love, to keep for him; and, Johnny, do shut out the dull evening, and light the lamp."