“Green Nest,” replied Stasy.
“And will eleven o’clock be the best time, mamma?”
“Say any time that suits him, after ten,” Mrs Derwent replied.
She spoke more cheerfully. It really seemed as if this new proposal had come in the nick of time, and there was something infectious in Stasy’s hopefulness, little ground as there might appear for it.
“I suppose Miss Bracy said nothing about the rent her uncle would be likely to give?” asked Mrs Derwent.
Stasy shook her head.
“No,” she replied, “and I didn’t like to ask her, indeed I don’t think I should have understood about it; but she did say he was liberal and kind, as well as rich.”
“Of course I should not expect more than a fair sum,” said Mrs Derwent; “the fact of its being of great consequence to us cannot be taken into consideration. Still, it is much better to have to do with people of that character, and no doubt the house is now unusually attractive in many ways, all being in such perfect order.”
Blanche rang the bell, and gave orders for the note to be sent at once. Then she came back and sat down again.
“And what’s your second piece of news, Stasy?” she said. “You spoke of two.”