“Not so much,” replied Mr Greville. “Have you never seen it? It is quite a show place.”
“I was there once—some years ago,” said Mary.
“It is very much improved of late. If the family had been away we might easily have driven you over to see it,” said Mr Greville, good-naturedly. “However, some other time, perhaps, when your sister is here too. You must come over oftener this summer,” he added, utterly forgetting, if ever he had quite taken in, all his wife’s confidences about the Western girls’ wonderful successes at the Brocklehurst ball, and her more recent misgiving that something had “come between” Lilias and “that handsome Captain Beverley.”
“Thank you,” said Mary; and after this no more was said about Romary or the Cheviotts.
Chapter Fourteen.
Mr Cheviott’s Ultimatum.
”‘But methinks,’ quoth I, under my breath,
‘’Twas but cowardly work.’”
Songs of Two Worlds.
The next morning gave promise of a fine day, and Mary felt that she must be in readiness to seize any favourable opportunity for her meditated expedition.