and what are they doing?' Lady Davenant asked, after the first greetings.
'There isn't any one but me—and the children—and the governess.'
'What, no party—no private theatricals? How do you live?'
'Oh, it doesn't take so much to keep me going,' said Laura. 'I believe there were some people coming on Saturday, but they have been put off, or they can't come. Selina has gone to London.'
'And what has she gone to London for?'
'Oh, I don't know—she has so many things to do.'
'And where is Mr. Berrington?'
'He has been away somewhere; but I believe he is coming back to-morrow—or next day.'
'Or the day after?' said Lady Davenant. 'And do they never go away together?' she continued after a pause.
'Yes, sometimes—but they don't come back together.'
'Do you mean they quarrel on the way?'
'I don't know what they do, Lady Davenant—I don't understand,' Laura Wing replied, with an unguarded tremor in her voice. 'I don't think they are very happy.'
'Then they ought to be ashamed of themselves. They have got everything so comfortable—what more do they want?'
'Yes, and the children are such dears!'
'Certainly—charming. And is she a good person, the present governess? Does she look after them properly?'
'Yes—she seems very good—it's a blessing. But I think she's unhappy too.'
