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She had said all she wanted to say, and to decline to hear anything about Ralph Haverley's having been seen driving about with a young woman who had been engaged as Dr. Tolbridge's secretary, was much better than speaking of it, and she took her leave with a prim politeness. Mrs. Drane was left in an uncomfortable state of mind.
"I suppose everybody is very busy preparing for the master's wedding." "The what!" exclaimed Mike, his eyebrows elevating themselves to such a degree that his hat rose. "Mr. Haverley's marriage with Miss Dora Bannister. Isn't that to take place very soon, Michael?" Mike put his pie on the post of the barn gate, took off his hat, and wiped his brow with his shirt-sleeve.
This was more than La Fleur could comprehend, but she inferred in a general way that Mr. Haverley's farm was a profitable one. "All so pretty, so pretty," she said, looking from side to side; "such a grand barn, and such broad acres. Is it the estate as far as I can see?" "Yes, mum," said Mike, "an' a good deal furder. The woods cuts it off down thataway."
His sister talked with Cicely Drane, and in spite of her natural courage and the reasons for self-confidence which she had just received, Dora's spirits steadily fell as she conversed with this merry, attractive girl, who knew so well how to make herself entertaining, even to other girls, and who was actually living in Ralph Haverley's house.
In the first place, I propose that on Monday, when you leave Lord Haverley's, you shall both come here for a time. The Solent will be very pleasant for the next fortnight, and we can then take a fortnight's cruise west, and, if you like, land at Plymouth, and go straight home."
On the previous morning Frank had received a note from Lady Greendale, saying that they had arrived with Lord Haverley's party the day before, and enclosing an invitation from him to dinner that day. He went up to call as soon as he received it, but excused himself from dining on the ground of a previous engagement, as he felt sure that Carthew would be one of the party.
"Miss Haverley!" repeated Miss Panney, "she's nothing but a girl, with her hair down her back and her skirts a foot from the ground. I call her a child." A shadow came over the soul of Miss Bannister. Would it be possible, she thought, to maintain, with a girl who did not yet put up her hair or wear long skirts, the intimacy she had hoped to maintain with Mr. Haverley's sister?
Haverley's linen, and see what ought to be washed or mended, and take general notice of how things are going on. I shall see his sister, and I want to report the state of affairs at her home. For all I know, those Dranes and their cook may pack up and clear out to-morrow if the notion takes them. Then you must meet me at the station at nine o'clock to-morrow morning, and tell me what you find out.
"But I say you're not married, you know," said the Englishman. "Hush," sighed Clifford, "I I married the daughter of an African duke. She was brought to the States by a slave trader in infancy." "Black?" gasped Mr Rowden. "Very black, but beautiful. I could not keep her. She left me, and is singing with Haverley's Minstrels now."
"It is a lordly place," said La Fleur, "and it does you honor, Michael, for the cook told me you were Mr. Haverley's head man." "I reckon she's about right there," said Mike. "And I am very glad indeed," continued the old woman, "that Mrs. and Miss Drane are living here.
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