"And what is the escort you have heard of?" asked Mrs. Lacy.
"It is a married niece of the Murrays, who is going to India in about a fortnight. They start from here, as they are coming here on a visit the last thing. They go straight to Marseilles."
"But would they like to be troubled with children?"
"They know Captain Bertram, that is how we came to speak of it. And Mrs. Murray is sure they would be glad to do anything to oblige him."
"Ah, well," said Mrs. Lacy. "It sounds very nice. And it is certainly not every day that we should find any one going to France from a little place like this." For Mrs. Lacy's home was in a rather remote and out-of-the-way part of the country. "It would save expense too, for, as they have no longer a regular nurse, I have no one to send even as far as London with them."
"And young Mrs. ——, I forget her name—her maid would look after them on the journey. I asked about that," said Susan, who was certainly not thoughtless.
"Well, well, we must just wait for Saturday's letter," said Mrs. Lacy.
"And in the meantime the less said about it the better, I think," said Susan.
"Perhaps so; I daresay you are right," agreed Mrs. Lacy.