CHAPTER THIRTYThey drew three garages blank, and were late for lunch. Cousin Selina was not at all pleased. She said it didn’t matter in the tone of one who holds fast to politeness in face of overwhelming temptation. She bit her lip and feared the joint would be over-done, and having tasted her portion, sighed and cast her eyes up and then down again. After which she partook of beef and Brussels sprouts with the air of a martyr.
When the tablemaid was in the room Henry and Hilary supplied a little difficult conversation, but as soon as they were alone Mrs. McAlister found a mournful voice.
“It is a great pity that Marion does not change her name,” was the text upon which a considerable sermon could be preached. Cousin Selina preached it with vigour. It had always been her opinion that G
