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"The dear thing must have her way," lisped the Meltonbury, from the floor where she sat, cross-legged, also in divided skirt. "My work will be spoiled, then," said the artist, ruefully. "Then dry it by the flame in the Colonel's eyes as he nears and takes in my trousers, and hang it so he gets a double show," exclaimed Madame, recklessly.
"How wealthy he must have been, I just adore money!" said the Meltonbury. "I believe you," answered Blanche laconically. "Pity you have that husband out in Ontario, Melty," said Mrs. Tompkins, "or I should soon find you another millionaire, you ought to get a divorce, plea; he is Canadian Government attache not your attache." "What a dear thing you are; it would be too sweet."
"Now that you have given me the idea of making up a party to run down to Surrey, I rather like it. There are the little strawberry blondes, Mrs. Meltonbury with her sister, Mrs. How do you like us?"
"Oh, yes, like a dear thing; we shall die without Sir Peter," cried Mrs. Meltonbury. "Oh, yes, we must have dear Sir Peter," echoed her twin. "Oh, yes, we must all have dear Sir Peter until there is a lady Peter; good time, you all remember him, though," exclaimed Mrs. Tompkins. Here Tims comes forward, saying: "Sir Peter Tedril's servant is yonder, sir, with a message for Mrs.
On their descent, after a few minutes adjournment to the dining-room where delicious tea with walnuts in sweet butter and salt and scraped Stilton cheese in rich French pastry were duly relished, besides cold ham, chicken with sparkling hock and Malmsey. And now again, merrier than birds, away to the station; this time Mrs. Tompkins and the Meltonbury take the dog-cart with Colonel Haughton.
"I could buy out the whole lot myself," said Blanche jeeringly, with her small head turning as if on a pivot. "What a delightful feeling," said Mrs. Meltonbury, admiringly, "Yes it's just too lovely. If my poppa was here he'd throw no end of dimes and pea-nuts among 'em; always had pea-nuts in his pockets; how they stare, it's just too funny for anything."
I am writing in the recess at the end of the library, and merry voices and gay laughter reach me here; but the sounds come not from any of my personal friends; none are with me as yet; we have Mrs. Meltonbury, the Fitz-Lowtons, two De Lancy girls, Peter Tedril, Everly, and Major Delrose at Rose Cottage means Major Delrose at the Hall. So you see, Alice, a congenial spirit would be congenial.
"Which, the millionaire or the divorce," at which there was a peal of laughter. "I am afraid sister referred to the man," sighed Mrs. Marchmont, "but how sad for poor dear Meltonbury." "He'd survive it," said Blanche sententiously. "As I live there is Lord Rivers and a man worth stopping for. Halt, coachman," cried Mrs. Tompkins eagerly.
Haughton, dear thing, hit upon this plan, and they both arranged it with us one day they were in, and we were not strong, I mean we were delicate, so we remain as long as the Major wants Rose cottage, then we go to London to my sister, Mrs. Meltonbury, for the season." "Ah! I understand, quite a friendly arrangement," answered Vaura, a trifle sarcastically.
"Indeed! who have you got me ticketed for?" and the pink eyes turned towards her step-mother. "Little Sir Tilton would be just her height, dear Mrs. Tompkins," and Mrs. Meltonbury clasped her hands in ecstasy. "Mrs. Tompkins will tell you how I love him," said Blanche disapprovingly.
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