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Miss Lentaigne also condemned the government, though less for its incurable habit for truckling to the forces of disorder in Ireland, than for its cowardly and treacherous treatment of women. She made no attempt to spare Frank's feelings. Indeed, she pointed many of her remarks by uncomplimentary references to Lord Torrington, Secretary of State for War, and the immediate chief of Mr.
Frank had little doubt that Priscilla, who was to be his companion for the day would realise the greatness of her privileges. But Priscilla seemed curiously unimpressed. She met him in the breakfast room before either Sir Lucius or Miss Lentaigne came down. "Great Scot! Cousin Frank," she said, "you are a howler!"
So does Torrington, it appears. Only he pushes them the other way. I think he goes too far, quite too far. Of course, my sister does too, in the opposite direction." Sir Lucius sighed. "It's all right, Uncle Lucius," said Frank. "I don't mind a bit. I'm not well enough up in these things to answer Miss Lentaigne. If father was here " "What's that? Is your father coming here?"
But he was also very much afraid of his sister, whom he recognised as his intellectual superior. He cleared his throat and made a nervous protest on Frank's behalf. "I'm not sure, Juliet," he said, "I'm really not at all sure that your theory quite applies to sprains, especially ankles." Miss Lentaigne smiled very gently.
Rose, the under housemaid, with the recollection of the scientifically Christian method of treating her toothache fresh in her mind and therefore stimulated by a strong desire to annoy Miss Lentaigne, woke at five a.m. At half past five she called Priscilla and knocked at Frank's door. Priscilla was fully dressed ten minutes later. Frank appeared in the yard at five minutes to six.
She was sitting in the long gallery with Lady Torrington and Miss Lentaigne. The two ladies reclined in easy chairs in front of an open window. There were several partially smoked cigarettes in a china saucer on the floor beside Miss Lentaigne.
"It's half-past nine." "Very well," said Miss Lentaigne. "Good-night." Priscilla kissed her aunt lightly on her left cheek bone. Then she held out her hand to Lady Torrington. "You may kiss me," said the lady. "You seem to be a very quiet well behaved little girl." Priscilla kissed Lady Torrington and then passed on to Frank. "Good-night, Cousin Frank," she said.
I don't suppose she ever heard of rotifers. I never did. What are they?" "Insects, I fancy," said Sir Lucius. "I daresay Priscilla would know. Shall I send for her?" "No," said Lord Torrington. "I don't care what rotifers are. Let's finish our cigars outside, Lentaigne. It's infernally hot." Frank had finished his cigarette.
She got up at once and, without looking at him, walked demurely to the chair on which Miss Lentaigne was sitting. "Please, Aunt Juliet," she said, "may I go to bed? I think it's time." Miss Lentaigne looked at her a little doubtfully. She had known Priscilla for many years and had learned to be particularly suspicious of meekness. "I heard the stable clock strike," said Priscilla.
Lord Torrington took no notice of him at all. The dinner was long and, in spite of the fact that he had a good appetite, Frank did not enjoy himself. He was extremely glad when Lady Torrington and Miss Lentaigne left the dining-room. He was casting about for a convenient excuse for escape when Sir Lucius spoke to him. "You and Priscilla were out on the bay all day, I suppose?"
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