“All right, dear,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “Stay you shall.” And, then to the company announced, “We have it all arranged. Jane and I are to have a visit together. The rest of you go off.”
“And what about me, Jane?” again said Larry.
“You are going with the others,” said Jane calmly, “and in the afternoon we are to have our ride.”
“And this is Jane,” said Jack Romayne as Mrs. Waring-Gaunt ushered the girl into his room. “If half of what I have heard is true then I am a lucky man to-day. Kathleen has been telling me about you.”
Jane's smile expressed her delight. “I think I could say the same of you, Mr. Romayne.”
“What? Has Kathleen been talking about me?”
“No, I have not seen Kathleen since I came, but there are others, you know.”
“Are there?” asked Jack. “I hadn't noticed. But I know all about you.”
It was a hasty introduction for Jane. Kathleen was easily a subject for a day's conversation. How long she discoursed upon Kathleen neither of them knew. But when Mrs. Waring-Gaunt had finished up her morning household duties Jane was still busy dilating upon Kathleen's charms and graces and expatiating upon her triumphs and achievements during her stay in Winnipeg the previous winter.
“Still upon Kathleen?” inquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.