“My dear Sister,—Business connected with mines makes it necessary for me to go out West for the next few months, and the question has arisen how to provide for Cornelia meantime. I had various notions, but she prefers her own (she generally does!), and reckons she can’t fill in this gap better than by running over to pay you a visit in the Old Country. I can pick her up in the fall, and have a little trot round before returning. She has friends sailing in the Lucania on the 15th, and intends crossing with them. You will just have time to cable to put her off if you are dead, or otherwise incapacitated; but I take it you will be glad to have a look at my girl. She’s worth looking at! I shall feel satisfied to know she is with you. She might get up to mischief over here.
“Looking forward to seeing you later on,—Your brother, Edward Briskett.”
“P S—Dear Aunt Soph, don’t you worry to prepare! I’ll just chip in, and take you as you are. We’ll have some high old times!—Your niece, Cornelia.”
Letter and eye-glasses fell together upon Mrs Ramsden’s knee. She raised startled eyes, and blinked dumbly at her friend.
Miss Briskett wagged her head from side to side, and heaved a sepulchral sigh.
The halcyon days of peace were over!
Chapter Two.
“My dear,” said Mrs Ramsden, solemnly, “this is indeed great news. I don’t wonder that you feel unnerved!”
“I do, indeed. The three o’clock post came in, and I was quite surprised when Mary came in with the salver. I was not expecting any letters. I have so few correspondents, and I am mostly in their debt, I am afraid. Still, of course, there are always the circulars. I looked for nothing more exciting, and then—this arrived! I really felt that I could not sit alone and think it out by myself all day long. I hope you will forgive me for asking you to come over on such short notice.”
“Indeed, I am flattered that you should wish to have me. Do tell me all about this brother. He has lived abroad a long time, I think? It is the eldest, is it not? The rich one—in America?”