“I think I can promise you, my dear,” said Mrs. Arbuthnot, “that no one except Noel ever will be. You are far too nice,” with which enigmatic words she kissed her own fingers and carefully deposited the kiss on Lydia’s hand.
“Peggy,” said her sister-in-law, “Susan and I have a splendid plan. When Aubrey Clover comes to Winter Overcotes, couldn’t you and he get up one of his sketches for the Red Cross Hospital Libraries’ fête?”
“Oh, do,” said Susan. “You’ve no idea how people would love it and we could charge them twice as much for the tickets with Aubrey’s name. Do say yes, Peggy.”
It was so obvious that Mrs. Arbuthnot asked nothing better that it was decided on the spot to force Aubrey Clover to act, whether he wanted to or not. One of his little triangle plays, said Mrs. Arbuthnot, at
