“There is Sir William Rammage.” He spoke slowly.
“Ah!” she said sadly, “he forgets. And old association has no effect upon him.”
“Has he any brothers and sisters?” he asked.
“They are gone. They all died years and years ago.”
“It is remarkable that he never married.”
“I suppose his inclinations did not prompt him to do so.”
“He seems to have no one belonging to him.”
“There are hardly any left,” she answered, with a sigh, “and unhappily he does not appreciate the companionship of those——”
“Aunt Anne, dear Aunt Anne,” Florence said, “do come in, you will catch your death of cold.”
“My love, the carriage is waiting and you must excuse me; it is growing late. It has been delightful to be with you, and to meet your friends.”