“You have never sent Audrey to school,” was the Squire’s answer.
“I have not, certainly; but Audrey is so different.”
“I should not like anything to be done in Evelyn’s case which has not been done in Audrey’s,” was the Squire’s reply.
“But surely you cannot compare the girls!”
“I do not intend to compare them. They are absolutely different. Audrey is all that the heart of the proudest father could desire, and Evelyn is still——”
“A little savage at heart,” interrupted Lady Frances.
“Yes; but she is taming, and I think she has some fine points in her—indeed, I am sure of it. She is, for instance, very affectionate.”
Lady Frances looked somewhat indignant.
“I am tired of hearing of Evelyn’s good qualities. When I perceive them for myself I shall be the first to acknowledge them. But now, my dear Edward, the point to be considered is this: What are we to do at once? It is nearly the middle of the term. To give those two girls holidays would be ruinous. There is an excellent school of a very superior sort kept by the Misses Henderson in that large house just outside the village. What do you say to their both going there until we can look round us and find a suitable governess to take Miss Sinclair’s place?”
“If they both go it does not so much matter,” said the Squire. “You can arrange it in that way if you like, my dear Frances.”