“Yes, it could be arranged,” said Aneta.
“Then, perhaps, miss,” said Mr. Martin, who saw brilliant prospects opening before him, and the possibility of a West End shop, a genuine West End shop, being his, as well as the profitable establishment at Shepherd’s Bush, “her ladyship might be so kind as to recommend me to others.”
“It is possible,” said Aneta coldly; “but of course I can only speak for my aunt herself.” Then she added, “And even for her I cannot quite speak, although I believe the matter can be arranged. I have given you a large order to-day.”
“You have, Miss Lysle, and most faithfully will it be attended to.”
Martin took out his red silk handkerchief and mopped his forehead.
“Now,” said Aneta gently, “I haven’t come here all the way from Aylmer House, and practically given up a day of my school-life, for nothing. I have come on behalf of another.”
“Ho, ho!” said Martin, “so the cat’s going to be let out of the bag.”
Aneta colored.
Martin saw he had gone too far, and immediately apologized. “You will forgive my coarse way of expressing myself, miss. I know it isn’t done in your circle.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Aneta. “I will come to the point at once. I am interested in Miss Howland.”