"Lorne," said Dora Milburn, in her most animated manner, "who do you think is coming to Elgin?
Your London friend, Mr Hesketh! He's going to stay with the Emmetts, and Mrs Emmett is perfectly distracted; she says he's accustomed to so much, she doesn't know how he will put up with their plain way of living.

Though what she means by that, with late dinner and afternoon tea every day of her life, is more than I know." "Why, that's splendid!" replied Lorne.

"Good old Hesketh! I knew he thought of coming across this fall, but the brute hasn't written to me.

We'll have to get him over to our place.

When he gets tired of the Emmetts' plain ways he can try ours--they're plainer.