"
"I suppose so."
"You'll write me a line,--about him."
"Certainly."
"I shall be so glad to have a line from Rufford. Maddox Hall, you
know; Stafford."
"I will remember."
"And dear old Jack. Tell me when you write what Jack has been
doing." Then she put out her hand and he held it. "I wonder whether
you will ever remember--" But she did not quite know what to bid
him remember, and therefore turned away her face and wiped away a
tear, and then smiled as she turned her back on him. The carriage
was at the door, and the ladies flocked into the hall, and then not
another word could be said.
"That's what I call a really nice country house," said Lady
Augustus as she was driven away. Arabella sat back in the phaeton
lost in thought and said nothing. "Everything so well done, and yet
none of all that fuss that there is at Mistletoe." She paused but
still her daughter did not speak. "If I were beginning the world
again I would not wish for a better establishment than that. Why
can't you answer me a word when I speak to you?"
"Of course it's all very nice. What's the good of going on in that
way? What a shame it is that a man like that should have so much
and that a girl like me should have nothing at all. I know twice as
much as he does, and am twice as clever, and yet I've got to treat
him as though he were a god.
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