LOLLY WILLOWES
her day dreams, just her way, she would never trouble to give a party the least prod. Only Sibyl fidgeted, twisting her heel about in her satin slipper.
"What pretty buckles, Sibyl! Have I seen them before?"
Sibyl had bought them second-hand for next to nothing. They came from Arles, and the old lady who had sold them to her had been such a character. She repeated the characteristic remarks of the old lady in a very competent French accent. Her feet were as slim as ever, and she could stretch them out very prettily. Even in doing so she remembered to ask Caroline where they were going for the Easter holidays.
"Oh, to Blythe, I expect," said Caroline. "We know it."
"When I have evicted my tenants and brewed a large butt of family ale, I shall invite you all down to Lady Place," said Titus.
"But before then," said Laura, speaking rather fast, "I hope you will all come to visit me at Great Mop."
Every one turned to stare at her in bewilderment.
"Of course, it won't be as comfortable as
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