“Unfeeling creature!” exclaimed Mildred, with a sickly smile.
Just then, the luncheon-bell was rung, and the ladies proceeded to the dining-room.
It might have been noticed—if such a trifling circumstance could attract attention—that Mrs. Calverley carried her embroidered kerchief in her hand.
While they were crossing the hall, the Reverend Mr. Massey made his appearance, and after saluting Lady Barfleur and the others, went in with them to luncheon.
As they took their seats at table, Mrs. Calverley easily managed to get a place next her step-daughter.
Some little progress had been made with the repast, which it is supposed ladies enjoy more than dinner, when Emmeline remarked:
“You must let us have some champagne to-day, mamma, please. Mildred is rather out of spirits.”
The proposition was seconded by the chaplain, who was always exceedingly cheerful, and had been conversing very agreeably with Lady Barfleur. So the wine was brought and handed round by the butler.
“You must not refuse, Mildred,” cried Emmeline. “The champagne was ordered expressly for you.”
“And for me,” added the chaplain, laughing.