“Do I know him?”
“Perfectly—Captain Danvers. I will bring him with me, if you have no objection.”
“Do so, by all means,” she replied. “I shall be delighted to see him, and so, I am sure, will Mildred.”
“Yes; he is very amusing,” said that young lady.
“Captain Danvers is my cousin, and a great favourite of mine as well,” observed Emmeline. “I am glad you have formed his acquaintance; and I am sure you will like him.”
Luncheon being announced at this moment, they repaired to the dining-room, where they found Lady Barfleur, who had come down-stairs for the first time since the day of Sir Leycester's interment.
Being strongly prejudiced against Chetwynd, she received him very coldly, and as she could be very rude when she pleased, she made several very unpleasant observations in his hearing, greatly to Emmeline's annoyance.
“I didn't expect to see your brother here,” she remarked to Mildred. “I fancied he had got into some fresh scrape, worse than any of the others.”
“Oh! no,” cried Mildred, almost indignantly. “He has got out of all his difficulties.”
“Since when?” asked Lady Barfleur, dryly.