"Nothing private about it, though," said Thorold, smiling at me. "But where in the world did you and Aunt Catherine come together?"
"And what call have ye to search into it?" said Miss Cardigan's good-humoured voice. "I know a great many bodies, callant, that you know not."
"I know this one, though," said Thorold. "Miss Randolph—won't you speak? for Aunt Catherine is in no mood to tell me—have you two known each other long?"
"It seems long," I said. "It is not very long."
"Since last summer?"
"Certainly!"
"If that's the date of your acquaintanceship," said Miss Cardigan, "we're auld friends to that. Is all well, Daisy?"
"All quite well, ma'am. I came to do a bit of study I wanted in your books, and to have a nice time with you, besides."
"And here is this fellow in the way. But we cannot turn him out, Daisy; he is going fast enough; on what errand, do you think, is he bent?"