"As none but you and Lady Rosamond regret being turned out, I presume," exclaimed Charles Douglas, who was always ready to join any conversation that afforded amusement. He continued passing careless jokes until the clock in the hall reminded him of his business.
"Really, Lady Rosamond, I credit you with driving away dull care and my forfeiting all claims to the future good will of my friend Howe by disregarding his message. Pardon me, ladies, for having almost forgotten to say that the sleigh will be in readiness in half an hour."
"Half an hour," exclaimed Mary Douglas, somewhat hastily, "really, Charles, I cannot pardon you for such neglect, as it sadly interferes with my plans."
"Come, little one, frowns do not become thy brow," returned Captain Douglas, kissing the forehead of his sister.
"That is much prettier," said he, pointing to the smiling face which in turn rested upon him.
Taking up a book which lay open beside the seat hitherto occupied by Lady Rosamond, Captain Douglas commenced to read some lines from Tennyson, when accosted by his companion, Mr. Howe:
"You seem to be taking things very cool, old fellow. Where are the ladies?"
"They are getting ready; come in while we are waiting."
"This is your fault again, Douglas. It is past the hour, and a large party awaits us," said Mr. Howe impatiently.
"Better late than never," vociferated Captain Douglas, as he went out singing, quickly returning with Mary Douglas and Lady Rosamond.