LESBIA NEWMAN.
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‘Very. I'll ask you to give the order for me too, Mr Bristley; you seem to understand it.’
‘Au revoir, then, Letty,’ said Lesbia, ‘we'll drop you a line.’
The others took their leave at the same time, and at the bottom of the garden met Mrs Newman and Mrs Bristley coming in from a walk.
‘Mamma,’ said Lesbia, ‘I expect shortly to have a new surprise for you.’
‘I doubt that, Lesbie,’ replied her mother. ‘I am never surprised now at anything you may say or do. But you won't broach it at the clerical meeting to-morrow, I hope?’
‘Oh, no; it’s not important enough for that.’
