"I hope I shall, and soon," Margaret answered; and then she went on eagerly, "I heard that you saw Miss Hunstan first when she walked on the stage holding up a princess's train?"
Mr. Farley looked at her curiously. "There is a princess in my new piece," he said. "Do you want to come and hold up her train?"
"I should love it!" she answered, and walked up the grass-covered path with him.
Meanwhile Mrs. Lakeman, too, was amusing herself. "And what do you think of your step-father's chance of coming into the title?" she asked of Hannah.
Mrs. Vincent's lips locked closely together, but she said nothing.
"What title?" Hannah looked up quickly.
Mrs. Lakeman felt that here was quite a new sensation: she had always been a gambler in sensations, an inveterate speculator in effects.
"You know that your step-father will be Lord Eastleigh when his brother dies?"
"I know nothing about it. Why has a mystery been made of it?"