"I hope we shall be excellent
neighbours.--My sister.--You remember little Lena," she added to the
brothers. "She stole a march on us, I find. I heard of your
encounter on Friday. It was too bad of you not to come in and let
us send you home; I hope you did not get very wet, Lady Rosamond.--
Ah! Mr. Strangeways, I did not know you were there," she proceeded,
as the youngest of the officers accosted her; "come over and see us.
You're better provided now; but come to luncheon any day. I am sure
to be at home at half-past one; and I want so much to hear of your
mother and sisters." And with a universal bow and smile she
nourished her whip, her ponies jangled their bells, and the ladies
vanished.
"Stunning pair that!" was young Strangeways' exclamation.
"Most beautiful!" murmured Cecil, in a low voice, as if she was
quite dazzled. "You never said she was like that," she added
reproachfully to Julius.
"Our encounter was in the dark," he answered.
"Oh, I did not mean the young one, but Lady Tyrrell. She is just
like a gem we saw at Firenze--which was it?"
"Where?" said Raymond, bewildered.
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