--Used to
have him up for exeats--and talk to the Head--and keep his mother
straight--like an old brick. Ferrier's a splendid chap!"
Diana warmly agreed.
"Perhaps you know," pursued the chatterbox, "that this place is all
hers--Lady Lucy's. She can leave it and her money exactly as she
pleases. It is to be hoped she won't leave much of it to Mrs.
Fotheringham. _Isn't_ that a woman! Ah! you don't know her yet.
Hullo!--there's Marsham after me."
For Marsham was beckoning from the hall. They returned hurriedly.
"Who made Oliver that waistcoat?" said Lady Niton, putting on her
spectacles.
"I did," said Alicia Drake, as she came up, with her arm round the
younger of Lady Niton's nieces. "Isn't it becoming?"
"Hum!" said Lady Niton, in a gruff tone, "young ladies can always find
new ways of wasting their time."
Marsham approached Diana.
"We're just off," he said, smiling. "The clouds are lifting. You'll
come?"
"What, to lunch?" said Lady Niton, just behind. "Of course they will.
What else is there for the women to do? Congratulate you on your
waistcoat, Oliver."
"Isn't it superb?" he said, drawing himself up with mock majesty, so as
to show it off.
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