“Humph! there's a reason! Did she tell you how she discovered it herself?”
“Let me see—no—I think not—she simply mentioned the fact.”
“She did not tell you either, I suppose, that you had more sisters than herself?”
“More than herself! No. That would be a little too much of a good thing! One sister is quite enough for any reasonable mortal.”
“But there were two more, my good young friend!”
“Is it possible?” said Hubert, in a tone that betrayed not the slightest symptom of emotion. “Who are they?”
Sir Norman paused one instant, combating a strong temptation to seize the phlegmatic page by the collar, and give him such another shaking as he would not get over for a week to come; but suddenly recollecting he was Leoline's brother, and by the same token a marquis or thereabouts, he merely paused to cast a withering look upon him, and walked on.
“Well,” said Hubert, “I am waiting to be told.”
“You may wait, then!” said Sir Norman, with a smothered growl; “and I give you joy when I tell you. Such extra communicativeness to one so stolid could do no good!”
“But I am not stolid! I am in a perfect agony of anxiety,” said Hubert.