"Miss Rivers and her sister," said Mrs. Dorriman, who never knew exactly how to put their connection with her brother concisely, and determined to explain it at her leisure.
"Oh," said Lady Lyons, evidently requiring some further explanation now, at the present moment.
"My brother's wards—he is their guardian."
"Oh!" again said Lady Lyons, but this time in another manner; she thought she understood.
Then she introduced her son, and he dropped behind and talked to the girls. Lady Lyons slipped her hand under Mrs. Dorriman's arm and they walked on together.
"Delightful," began young Lyons, turning impartially to each sister in turn, "to find unexpected acquaintances in this dull little place."
"We only came last night, we do not think it dull," they said in a breath. Grace adding, for fear of his looking down upon her, "we have not had time to find it dull."
"What have you seen, so far?" he asked; adding in a breath, "not that there is anything really to see."
"We have seen —— caps," said Grace laughing.
He laughed with full understanding, and quoted "The ruling passion...."