'And Lily, I've done another awful thing. Victoria kept old nurse to
help with Ivinghoe, and we brought the Swiss bonne, Louise, away with
us, but the poor thing found her sister very ill in London, and I
hadn't the heart to bring her away, so Phyllis said she would do for
herself, if your maid, or some of them, would have an eye to her.'
'There! I'm doubly glad, Rotherwood! If I had any fears it was not of
you, or Phyllis; but that like Vich Ian Vhor, she should have her tail
on. And, oh! Rotherwood, do you know what you are in for?'
'High jinks of some sort, I've no doubt. We picked up a couple of boxes
at Gunter's and Miller's with a view thereto. Who is master of the
revels?'
'Jane. She's too deep in preparations to come forth at present.
Gillian, will you take Phyllis to the nursery, and take care of her. We
are to have a very high tea at half-past six; but, Rotherwood, I
promise that another day you shall have a respectable dinner in this
house.'
'Return to the prose of life, eh, Lily? Well, Fly, what do you think of
it?'
'Oh, daddy, aren't you glad we came?' she cried, dancing off, in
Gillian's wake, arm-in-arm with Mysie and Valetta, while he called
after her, 'Find the boxes, and make them over to the right quarter.'
This was enough to make the whole bevy of children rush away, and only
the three elders remained. Lord Rotherwood said, 'This is short notice.
Lily; but I did not know Reginald was here, and I thought you might
want help.
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