"Yes, that's what they call it."
The gentleman expatiated again upon the beauties of his surroundings; he assured his companion that she must have no end of a jolly time, and then asked, with some abruptness, "Any men here?"
"One now; but a prospect of more."
There was a brief silence after this question and answer. Then Lord Maxwell exclaimed, "I say—"
Prudence looked at him, a smile lurking about her lips and in her eyes.
"You're always laughing at me, Miss Ffolliott," he said, but his manner showed that the fact did not make him miserable.
"What were you going to say?" she inquired.
"Only that it isn't a bad hotel over yonder where I'm stopping, and if you'd let me come here and call now and then, I'd stay there a week or two. Is this your Aunt Ffolliott's place that you told me about,—that you called one of your homes?"
"Yes."