"Brock's sound old house-dog instinct must have
been very inconvenient to her. I must write and ask what she
wanted."
"But she forbade him to mention it," said Bobus.
"Of course that was only to avoid the fuss there would have been if
it had been known that she had been here without coming to Kencroft.
By the bye, I didn't tell Brock those good people were coming to
dinner. How well the dear old Monk looks, and how charming Essie and
Ellie! But I shall never know them apart, now they are both the same
size."
"You won't feel that difficulty long," said Bobus. "There really is
no comparison between them."
"Just the insipid English Mees," said Elvira. "You should hear what
the French think of the ordinary English girl!"
"So much the better," said Bobus. "No respectable English girl would
wish for a foreigner's insulting admiration."
"Well done, Bobus! I never heard such an old-fashioned insular
sentiment from you. One would think it was your namesake. By the
bye, where is the great Rob?"
"At Aldershot," said Jock. "I assure you he improves as he grows
older. I had him to dine the other day at our mess, and he cut a
capital figure by judiciously holding his tongue and looking such a
fine fellow, that people were struck with him.
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