“Yes,” said Miss Potts more cheerfully; “and I felt at home here at once. I shouldn’t care to live anywhere else now.”
“Neither should I,” said Priscilla. “I love home, and Trelint, and—oh, everything; and I would rather live here than by the sea, after all.”
Mrs. Carlyon opened the door, and put her head in.
“Alma is going to bring you some tea presently,” she said brightly. “Miss Potts said she could stay and have some with you. I am sorry to say I have to go out, but I know you will take care of each other. Good-bye, darling, for the time.”
Priscilla beamed with pleasure.
“That is just what I was wanting. I am so glad you can stay, Miss Potts. I don’t s’pose any one will go to the shop, do you?”
She did not for a moment mean to be rude or unkind.
“No, I expect not,” said Miss Potts a little sadly.
But in a moment or two the door opened again, and in walked Geoffrey. At sight of Miss Potts he drew up, and stepped back towards the door as though thunderstruck.
“Ah!” he cried, in a hollow, melodramatic voice, “here she is! False woman, I have found you. For ten minutes and more have I been kicking your door with my noble toes——”