"Of course Miss Nash is delighted," said Percival.
"Yes, but hardly as much so as I expected. One's castles in the air don't look quite the same when one is close to them. I am afraid, her home-life won't be very bright."
"Perhaps she will make it brighter," said Thorne. "What is she like? Is she pretty?"
"Yes," said Bertie.
Judith smiled: "One has to qualify all one's adjectives for her. She is nice-ish, pretty-ish: I doubt if she is as much as clever-ish."
"No need for her to be any more," Bertie remarked. "Didn't Miss Crawford say she would come in for a lot of money—some of her mother's—when she was one-and-twenty?"
"Yes, five or six hundred a year."
"That's why he has kept her at school, I suppose—afraid she should take up with a curate, very likely."
"Mr. Nash is very rich too, and she is an only child," said Judith, ignoring Bertie's remark. "But I think it has been hard on Emmeline."
"Well, I'm sorry she is going," said Lisle—"very sorry."