she knows that she is going to see your mother in the summer." His tone, rather, was that of irritation at the repetition of a familiar idea.
"Oh, it is n't only mamma," replied Lady Agatha.
"I know she likes a cool house," said Mrs. Lemon, suggestively.
"When she goes, you had better bid her good-by," the girl went on.
"Of course I shall bid her good-by," said Mrs. Lemon, to whom, apparently, this remark was addressed.
"I shall never bid you good-by, Princess," Herman Longstraw interposed. "I can tell you that you never will see the last of me."
"Oh, it does n't matter about me, for I shall come back; but if Barb once gets to England, she will never come back."
"Oh, my dear child," murmured Mrs. Lemon, addressing Lady Agatha, but looking at her son. Jackson looked at the ceiling, at the floor; above all, he looked very conscious.
"I hope you don't mind my saying that, Jackson dear," Lady Agatha said to him, for she was very fond of her brother-in-law.
"Ah, well, then, she sha'n't go, then," he remarked, after a moment, with a dry little laugh.
"But you promised mamma, you know," said the girl, with the confidence of her affection.
Jackson looked at her with an eye which expressed none even of his very moderate hilarity. "Your mother, then, must bring her back."
