Having drawn the blind, and given a glance round to see that everything was in order, she addressed Nancy, her tone perfectly respectful, though she used no formality.
'Martha has been asking me whether she can go out to-morrow night for an hour or two.' 'You don't wish to go yourself ?' Miss.

Lord returned, her voice significant of life-long familiarity.
'Oh no!' And Mary showed one of her infrequent smiles.
'She may go immediately after dinner, and be away till half-past ten.' The servant bent her head, and withdrew.

As soon as she was gone, Horace laughed.
'There you are! What did father say ?' Nancy was silent.
'Well, I'm going to have a word with him,' continued the young man, sauntering towards the door with his hands in his pockets.

He looked exceedingly nervous.

'When I come back, I may have something to tell you.' 'Very likely,' remarked his sister in a dry tone, and seated herself under the chandelier with a book.
Horace slowly descended the stairs.