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"You must have been greatly interested. You could not have been alone,"
Blanche said to him in an undertone.
"No, I was not alone," he replied, with great frankness. "I was with the
prettiest girl in London, or out of it, either."
"And pray who may she be?" Blanche asked.
"My cousin Bessie. She arrived yesterday," was Neil's reply.
"Oh!" and Blanche's face flushed with annoyance.
She remembered the beautiful child at Penrhyn Park, and had heard her
name so often since, that the mere mention of it was obnoxious to her,
and she was silent and sulky all through the long dinner, which lasted
until nine o'clock. When it was over, and the guests were gone. Lady
Jane turned fiercely upon her son and asked what had kept him so late.
"Cousin Bessie," he answered, "She is in the city with her father, at
No. ---- Abingdon road, and I wish you would call upon them. They really
ought to be staying here, our own blood relations as they are."
"Staying here? Not if I know myself. Is that detestable gambling woman
with them?" Lady Jane replied, with ineffable scorn.


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