“Yes, plenty of them,” said Judy reaching down to the hearth for the teapot.
“What are they?” asked Mr. Armour soberly.[soberly.]
“I haven’t time to tell you all now,” said Judy. “Come up some day when I’m alone and I’ll go over them. You needn’t smile, Vivienne, I will. What have you been doing with yourself lately, Stargarde? We haven’t seen you for an age.”
“I’ve been in the country finding homes for some of my children.[children.]”
“This young person hasn’t the good fortune to be married,” said Judy to Vivienne; “and by children she means orphans and starvelings that she amuses herself by picking out of gutters.”
“I hope that you will be interested in my work,” said Stargarde enthusiastically to Vivienne.
“No, she won’t,” said Judy. “That sort of thing isn’t in her line.”
“Judy,” said Mr. Armour, “it seems to me that you are monopolizing the conversation. Suppose you come over to this window seat and talk to me for a while?”
She followed him obediently, and after they were seated burst out with a brisk, “Thank heaven for family privileges! You wouldn’t have dared say that to a stranger.”
“No,” he said, “I don’t suppose I would.”