“The public will want to be admitted to the house by the principal entrance.”
“Of course. They are to be shown the state apartments, and the doubtful Van Dyck.”
“Then—how about our guests? What a predicament you have got me into. We cannot receive our guests at the back door.”
“No need for that, Julia. Receive in the garden. The carriages will set down the guests at the iron gates. Pray heaven we may have fine weather!”
“It will be very awkward. The footmen will have to look after the sight-seers, that they do not poke their umbrellas through the pictures, or finger the ornaments—and we shall want them in the garden to attend to our guests!”
“It will go all right. I will send Macduff to arrange. He is a manager.”
After a pause, Lady Lamerton said, “I am glad Hermione will take Arminell under her wing. You have told Armie to be ready to start on Monday?”
“Yes; I don’t understand the girl, whether she is in a sulk, or sorry for her misconduct.”
“Her boxes are being got ready,” said Lady Lamerton. “There is something in her manner that is uncomfortable. I have noticed it as well as you. When I speak about Lady Hermione, she says nothing, and leaves the room.”
“A plunge in London life will renovate her.”