'Let her go!' whispered another member of the party, who had been using her eyes more than her tongue.
'Give her a loose rein now, Mr. Falkirk, and hold her in when
Kitty Fisher comes.'
'Pshaw! she isn't under guardianship at that rate,' said Mme.
Lasalle. 'Mr. Falkirk, isn't this lady free yet?'
'I am afraid she never will be, madam.'
'What do you mean by that? But does she have to ask your leave for everything she does?'
'No one acquainted with the wisdom of Miss Kennedy's general proceedings would do me so much honour as to think the wisdom all came from me!' said Mr. Falkirk dryly.
'Well, you'll let her come to Moscheloo?'
'Certainly.'
The lady looked at Wych Hazel. The laughing eyes had grown suddenly quiet. It was with a very dignified bend of the head that she repeated Mr. Falkirk's assent.
'I shall not ask you,' said the lady to Miss Kennedy's guardian; 'it is a young party entirely, and must mot have too much wisdom, you understand. I'll bring her home.'