“No, Sir, we’re not,” repeated the matron, severely.
“I’ll tell you no more, if your both so cross. I won’t,” retorted Master Howard, as distinctly as the bonbons would allow him.
“Well, well, will you have done, and answer my question? Did he call him Maubray often?” repeated Clara.
“Yes—no. He did, though—he called him Maubray twice. I’m sure of that.”
Mother and daughter exchanged glances at this point, and Mrs. Kincton made a very slow little bow with compressed lips, and her dark eyes steadily fixed on her daughter, and then there was a little “h’m!”
“And they seemed to know one another before?” said Mrs. Kincton Knox.
“Yes, I told you that before.”
“And glad to meet?” she continued.
“Yes, that is, Vane. I don’t think Herbert was.”
Again the ladies interchanged a meaning glance.