"I say, Dot, why in the name of wonder did you stumble into such a hole
as this? Could you find no better lodgings than these in all London?" he
said to her at last.
"Yes, Neil," she replied, "we could find lodgings fit for the queen, but
then we have not the queen's income, and these rooms are so cheap--only
a pound a week, and the kitchen fire included, I know they are not
pretty, but they are very clean and quiet, and Mrs. Buncher is so kind."
Bessie tried to speak naturally, but there was a tremor in her voice,
and the tears came to her great blue eyes as she looked up at her
cousin. Neil saw the tears, and stooping over her he kissed the
quivering lips, and stroking the glossy hair, said to her:
"Never mind, Bess, your face makes everything lovely, and this dingy
parlor with you in it is pleasanter to me than the finest drawing-room
in Grosvenor Square. But you ought not to be here, you and your father.
You should be at Trevellian House, as our guests, and if I owned it you
should; but there's a lot of old pokes staying there now, friends of
Blanche--Lord and Lady Somebody, Mother is great on the titles, you
know.
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