"Yes, but you did not stay. I want you in the drawing-room this evening. You can bear it now."
"I am in no hurry, mamma."
"Other people are, however. If you wear a white dress, do put a rose or some pink ribbands somewhere, to give yourself a little colour."
"Have you invited any one for this evening?"
"No, but people have promised themselves without being asked. Dr.
Cairnes wants to see you; he said he would bring Mrs. Wycherly. Miss
Broadus will be here of course; she declared she would; both of them.
And Mr. Carlisle desired my permission to present himself."
"Mr. Rhys is coming," said Julia.
"I dare say. Mr. Powle wants him here all the time. It is a mercy the man has a little consideration—or some business to keep him at home—or he would be the sauce to every dish. As it is, he really is not obtrusive."
"Are all these people coming with the hope and intent of seeing me, mamma?"
"I can only guess at people's hopes, Eleanor. I am guiltless of anything but confessing that you were to make your appearance."
"Mr. Rhys is not coming to see you," said Julia. "He wants to see the books—that is what he wants."