“That is interesting news,” said Tracey. “Write at once for the catalogue.”
“Any further criticism on the Exhibition of the Royal Academy?” asked the Painter, timidly.
“Two columns,” answered Mr Danvers, laconically.
“Oh,” said the Painter, “that is interesting too.”
“I beg your pardon, Mr Danvers,” said Lady Gertrude, “but will you glance at the foreign intelligence? Look to Germany;—anything about the Court of ——?”
“The Court of ——? yes, our minister there is convalescent, and going to Carlsbad next week.”
“That’s what I wanted to know,” said Lady Gertrude. “My letter is from his dear sister, who is very anxious about him. Going to Carlsbad—I am glad to hear it.”
Meanwhile Clara, who had possessed herself of the supplementary sheet, cried out, joyously—“O dear Henry, only think—Ellen has got a baby. How pleased they will be at the Grange! A son and heir at last!”
“Tut,” growled Henry, breaking an egg-shell.
“So,” said Tracey, “you see the ‘Times’ has news for every one except my friend here, who read in London yesterday what we in the country read to-day; and Captain Thornhill, who finds nothing that threatens to break the peace of the world to the promotion of himself and the decimation of his regiment.”