"I am so glad to think you like my wretched scribble, Mrs. Gilbert," he said, going up to her presently.
Isabel blushed again, and said, "Oh, thank you; yes, they are very pretty;" and it was as much as she could do to avoid calling Mr. Lansdell "Sir" or "Your lordship."
"You are coming with us, I suppose, Roland?" Lady Gwendoline said.
"Oh, yes,—that is to say. I'll see you to the carriage."
"I thought you were coming to luncheon."
"No; I meant to come, but I must see that fellow Percival, the lawyer, you know, Gwendoline, and I want to have a little more talk with Raymond. You'll go on and show Mrs. Gilbert the Murillo in the next room, Raymond? and I'll run and look for my cousin's carriage, and then come back."
"We can find the carriage very well without you, Roland," Lady Gwendoline answered quickly. "Come, papa."
The young man stopped, and a little shadow darkened over his face.
"Did you really ask me to luncheon?" he said.
"You really volunteered to come, after breakfast this morning, when you proposed bringing us here."