Arrived at the Court, Mollie danced up to Mr Farrell, who sat reading by the library fire.
“I’m back again, Uncle Bernard,” she cried; “I’ve had a beautiful time! I don’t think I ever enjoyed myself so much! I’m bubbling over with gratitude. I’ve spent heaps of money! You said I might, and I’ve taken you at your word; and oh, I have got such lovely things in exchange!”
Mr Farrell looked at her grimly, but made no reply. His eyes turned towards his other niece, who stood silently in the background.
“And you,” he queried, “have you been equally fortunate?”
Ruth’s face clouded.
“I got what I needed,” she said; “I have a headache. I’m going upstairs to rest.”