"
"Yes, I know," Bessie said, slowly; then, after a moment, she added: "I
should like to see your mother and Miss Trevellian. I was too young at
Penrhyn Park to remember much about them. Do you think they will call?"
Neil knew they would not, and he could scarcely repress a smile as he
fancied the McPherson carriage, with his mother and Blanche, driving up
before that shabby house, but he said:
"Perhaps so, though they are always so busy during the season; but I'll
tell you how you can see them. Go to the park to-morrow afternoon about
five o'clock. They are sure to be there in their gorgeous attire, and
Blanche will have her poodle-dog."
"Shall you be there?" Bessie asked, and Neil replied:
"Yes, possibly," while to himself he thought that he should not, for how
could he ride by with the gay throng and know that Bessie was sitting in
a hired chair watching for him, and most likely making some
demonstration which would draw attention to her?
"I may, and I may not," he continued: "but it will make no difference;
you will see Blanche with her poodle and her red parasol, and you will
see the princess, if you are there about half past five or six, but for
Heaven's sake don't rush forward like an idiot, as so many do,
especially Americans and people from the country: it stamps you at once
as a greenhorn.
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