Severne to go
with us."
"A good idea. No--a vile one. He is abominably handsome, and has the gift
of the gab--in German, and other languages. He is sure to cut me out, the
villain! Look him up, somebody, till we come back."
"Now, Harrington, don't be absurd. He must, and shall, be of the party. I
have my reasons. Mr. Severne," said she, turning on him with a blush and
a divine smile, "you will oblige me, I am sure."
Severne's face turned as blank as a doll's, and he said nothing, one way
or other.
It was settled that they should all meet at the Kursaal at four, to dine
and play. But Zoe and her party would go on ahead by the one-o'clock
train; and so she retired to put on her bonnet--a technical expression,
which implies a good deal.
Fanny went with her, and, as events more exciting than the usual routine
of their young lives were ahead, their tongues went a rare pace. But the
only thing worth presenting to the reader came at the end, after the said
business of the toilet had been dispatched.
Zoe said, "I must go now, or I shall keep them waiting."
"Only one, dear," said Fanny dryly.
"Why only one?"
"Mr.
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