The rest
laughed, and his cousin went on to say that she wished
_she_ had the gift. Her daughter echoed her, looking at
Janet in a way that meant she would say it, whatever the
consequences might be.
"I must see something," said Kendal, "immediately."
"_See_ something!" exclaimed Lady Halifax. "Well, look
in the last number of the _London Magazine_. But you'll
please show something first."
"Yes, indeed!" Miss Halifax echoed.
"When will you be ready for inspection?" Mr. Cardiff
asked.
"Come on Thursday, all of you. I'll show you what there
is."
"Will you give us our tea?" Miss Halifax inquired, with
a nervous smile.
"Of course. And there will be buns. You will do me the
invaluable service of representing the opinion of the
British public in advance. Will Thursday suit?"
"Perfectly," Lady Halifax replied. "The old rooms in
Bryanston Street, I suppose?"
"Thursday won't suit us," Janet put in decisively. "No,
papa; I've got people coming here to tea. Besides, Lady
Halifax is quite equal to representing the whole British
public by herself, aren't you, dear?" That excellent
woman nodded with a pretence of loftily consenting, and
her daughter gave Janet rather a suspicious glance.
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