"Nothing. Why do you ask?"
"Your face is as pale as——"
"It is the cold, I suppose," she said, shivering. "Tell me about your cousin, this Miss Trevyllian; when did she go to Bulstrode Castle?"
"She was to arrive the day before yesterday. My mother was expecting her when she wrote."
"Is she a favourite of Lady Bulstrode's?"
"No very especial favourite. My mother likes her well enough; but Constance is rather a frivolous girl."
"The day before yesterday," said Aurora; "Miss Trevyllian was to arrive the day before yesterday. The letters from Cornwall are delivered at Felden early in the afternoon; are they not?"
"Yes, dear."
"You will have a letter from your mother today, Talbot."
"A letter to-day! oh, no, Aurora, she never writes two days running; seldom more than once a week."