Delia made a face.
"I wish I knew what line to take up. You've been no use at all,
Gertrude!"
Gertrude smiled.
"Wait till you see him," she said coolly. "Mother-wit will help you out."
"I wish I had anything to bargain with."
"So you have."
"Pray, what?"
"The meeting here. You could give that up. And he needn't know anything of the others yet awhile."
"What a charming opinion he will have of us both, by and bye," laughed Delia, quietly. "And by all accounts he himself is a simple paragon.—Heavens, how tiresome!"
Gertrude Marvell turned back to her letters.