Mabyn went up stairs, after having seen that Jennifer had properly bestowed her box. Wenna had just risen from the sofa, and was standing in the middle of the room. Her younger and taller sister went blithely forward to her, kissed her as usual, took no notice of the sudden flush of red that sprang into her face, and proceeded to state, in a business-like fashion, all the arrangements that had to be made.
"Have you been enjoying yourself, Wenna?" Mabyn said with a fine air of indifference.
"Oh yes," Wenna answered; adding hastily, "Don't you think mother is greatly improved?"
"Wonderfully! I almost forgot she was an invalid. How lucky you are to be going back to see all the fine doings at the Hall! Of course they will ask you up."
"They will do nothing of the kind," Wenna said with some asperity, and with her face turned aside.
"Lord and Lady Amersham have already come to the Hall."
"Oh, indeed!"
"Yes. They said some time ago that there was a good chance of Mr. Trelyon marrying the daughter—the tall girl with yellow hair, you remember?"
"And the stooping shoulders? Yes. I should think they would be glad to get her married to anybody. She's thirty."
"Oh, Wenna!"