The young man went back to his cousin, saying, as he threw himself down beside her, “I shall not go tomorrow, but wait till the three days are out.”
“Why?” demanded Lucia.
Lowering his voice he said, with a significant nod toward the governess, “Because I have a fancy that she is at the bottom of Sydney’s mystery. He’s not been himself lately, and now he is gone without a word. I rather like romances in real life, if they are not too long, or difficult to read.”
“Do you think her pretty?”
“Far from it, a most uncanny little specimen.”
“Then why fancy Sydney loves her?”
“He is an oddity, and likes sensations and things of that sort.”
“What do you mean, Gerald?”
“Get the Muir to look at you, as she did at me, and you will understand. Will you have another cup, Juno?”
“Yes, please.” She liked to have him wait upon her, for he did it to no other woman except his mother.