CHAPTER XXV.
'THERE IS NO ONE LIKE DONALD' Mrs.Carron very kindly took my place that I might be with Jill that last evening, and we spent it in Jill's favourite fashion, talking in the firelight.
She was a little quiet and subdued, full of regret at leaving me, and more affectionate than ever.
'I have never been so happy in my life,' she said, in rather a melancholy voice.

'When I get to Hastings, my visit here will seem like a dream, it has been so nice, somehow; you are such a dear old thing, Ursula, and I am so fond of Lady Betty, I shall ask mother to invite her in the holidays.' 'And there is no one else you will regret, Jill ?' I asked, anxious to sound her on one point.
'Oh yes; I am sorry to bid good-bye to Mr.Tudor.He has been such fun lately.

I really do think he is quite the nicest young man I know.' 'Do you know many young men, my dear ?' was my apparently innocent remark; but Jill was not deceived by this smooth speech.
'Of course I do,' in a scornful voice; 'they come to see Sara, and I hate them so, flimsy stuck-up creatures, with their white ties and absurd little moustaches.

Each one is more stupid and vapid than the other.

And Sara must think so too; for she smiles on them all alike.' 'You are terribly hard on the young men of your generation, Jill; I daresay I should think them very harmless and pleasant.' But she shook her head vigorously.
'Why cannot they be natural, and say good-natured things, like Mr.Tudor?
He is real, and not make-believe, pretending that he is too bored to live at all.