'We like walking better,' Milly said, blushing a little, and fidgeting nervously with one of the buttons on her father's coat. 'I used to feel in the way, you know, when I rode with you and Mrs. Darrell.'
'That was your own fault, Milly,' he answered, with a displeased look.
'I suppose it was. But I think Augusta felt it too. O, by the bye, papa, I did not tell you quite all the news when we were out together yesterday.'
'Indeed!'
'No; I forgot to mention that Mr. Egerton has come back.'
'Angus Egerton?'
'Yes; he came back last winter.'
'You never said so in your letters.'
'Didn't I? I suppose that was because I knew you were rather prejudiced against him; and one can't explain away that kind of thing in a letter.'
'You would find it very difficult to explain away my dislike of Angus
Egerton, either in or out of a letter. Have you seen much of him?'