“Mr. Brent!” the good lady repeated, with a slight upward lift of the faint eyebrows. “Does he often call this early?”
Honora coloured a little, and laughed.
“I asked him to breakfast with you, but he had to catch a train. He—wished to be remembered. He took such a fancy to you.”
“I am afraid,” said Mrs. Holt, “that his fancy is a thing to be avoided. Are you coming to Silverdale with me, Honora?”
“Yes, Mrs. Holt,” she replied, slipping her arm through that of her friend, “for as long as you will let me stay.”
And she left a note for Howard to that effect.
BOOK III.
Volume 5.