“She’s coming out to inspect my ‘treasures,’ on Thursday morning.”
“Self invited?”
“I rather think so.”
“And you?”
“I shall turn her over to Moses, and decamp before she gets there.”
“Gentlemen, we are waiting!” came Miss Erskine’s voice.
“Oh, Lord! the old dragoon!” said Leigh. “I trust I’m not at her table.”
And he was not—Miss Tilghman and Dangerfield were designated.
“Come over and help to keep me straight,” Croyden whispered to Miss Carrington.