“You’ve never seen the lady?” said Vi.
“No; but Mr. Trevor’s groom was stopping there last summer for a week with Mr. Trevor, you know, and he did not much like the family—that’s the old lady—no one has a good word of her; and the young one, Miss Clara—do you like the name Clara, Miss?”
“Yes; a pretty name, I think.”
“Well, they don’t say much about her; only she’s very distant like.”
“And she’s the lady?” asked Violet.
“Ah! that she is, Miss—the only daughter.”
“She’s tall?”
“Well, yes; he says she is.”
“Taller than I, I dare say?”
“Well, he did not say that; you’re a good height, you know yourself, Miss—a nice figure, yes indeed.”