"She must be very sweet," she said, "from Jack's account of her."
"Why, he's never seen her," exclaimed Mr. Tregonell, looking puzzled.
"No; but you showed him her photograph once in the Rockies. Jack never forgot it."
Leonard was pleased at this tribute to his good taste.
"She's the loveliest woman I ever saw, though she is my wife," he said; "and I'm not ashamed to say I think so."
"How I should like to know her," sighed Dopsy; "but I'm afraid she seldom comes to London."
"That makes no difference," answered Leonard, warmed into exceptional good humour by the soft influences of Italian cookery and Italian wines. "Why should not you both come to Mount Royal? I want Jack to come for the shooting. He can bring you, and you'll be able to amuse my wife, while he and I are out on the hills."
"It would be quite too lovely, and we should like it of all things; but do you think Mrs. Tregonell would be able to get on with us?" asked Dopsy, diffidently.
It was not often she and her sister were asked to country houses. They were both fluttered at the idea, and turned their thoughts inward for a mental review of their wardrobes.
"We could do it," decided Mopsy, "with a little help from Jack."