“Well, I’ll begin for you. Come—have any visitors looked in at Wyvern lately?” said her aunt.
“Not one,” she answered.
“No new faces?”
“No, indeed.”
“Are there any new neighbours?” persisted the old lady.
“Not one. No, aunt, it isn’t that.”
“And where are these elderly young gentlemen, the two Mr. Fairfields?” asked the old lady.
The girl laughed, and shook her head.
“Wandering at present. Captain Fairfield is in London.”
“And his charming younger brother—where is he?” asked Lady Wyndale.