"Yes, Mrs. Evelyn told me. I am glad he has not lost his athletics
in his London life. I always tell his mother that John is the flower
of the flock."
"A dear good brave fellow he is."
"Yes, you have been the making of him, Caroline. If we don't say
much about it, we are none the less sensible of all you have been to
our children. Most generous and disinterested!"
This was a speech to make Caroline tingle all over, and be glad both
that she was a little in advance, and at the door of Fordham's room,
where John was not. Indeed, he proved to be lying on his bed,
waiting for some one to help him off with his coat, and he was
gratified and surprised to the utmost by his father's visit, for in
truth John was the one of all the sons who most loved and honoured
his father.
If that evening were a whirl, what was the ensuing day, when all who
stood in the position of hosts or their assistants were constantly on
the stretch, receiving, entertaining, arranging, presiding over
toilettes, getting people into their right places, saving one another
trouble. If Mrs. Joseph Brownlow was an invaluable aid to Mrs.
Evelyn, Allen was an admirable one to Lord Fordham, for his real
talent was for society, and he had shaken himself up enough to exert
it.
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