I dare say it won't be announced till the autumn," said
his companion, indifferently. Then seeing that Bobbie's attention was
diverted, she made a dash with one skinny hand at his coat-pocket,
abstracted the ball of wool, and triumphantly returned to her knitting.
"Mean!" said Bobbie. "You caught me off guard. Well, I wish them joy.
Of course, I've always liked Marsham, and I'm very sorry he's got
himself into such a mess. But as for Alicia, there's no love lost
between us. I hear Miss Mallory's at Beechcote."
Lady Niton replied that she had only been three days in the house, that
she had asked--ostentatiously--for a carriage the day before to take her
to call at Beechcote, and had been refused. Everything, it seemed, was
wanted for election purposes. But she understood that Miss Mallory was
quite well and not breaking her heart at all. At the present moment she
was the most popular person in Brookshire, and would be the most petted,
if she would allow it. But she and Mrs. Colwood lived a very quiet life,
and were never to be seen at the tea and garden parties in which the
neighborhood abounded.
"Plucky of her to come back here!" said Bobbie.
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