Chapter Twenty
Pip looked in at the schoolroom, where she found the girls showing Lord Newingham the gift they were making for their half brother’s birthday—a pair of embroidered slippers, the left slipper being embroidered by Fanny and the right by Edie. “By Jove!” Newingham was saying. “They’re capital. Absolutely capital!” Then he caught sight of the three of them in the doorway. “Oh, hello. What are you lot doing up here?”
“We’re going to look at the family portraits,” Pip said. “Would you like to come?”
The viscount and the girls did indeed wish to come, so the six of them trooped down one flight of stairs to the gallery, a long, gloomy room hung with a great many portraits of a great many people.
“Here’s Mother!” Edie cried, running ahead and pointing to a painting.
Pip had seen
