CHAPTER XXV.
THE LAST MORNING AT RUFFORD HALL.
"Well, my love ?" said Lady Augustus, as soon as her daughter had joined her in her bedroom.

On such occasions there was always a quarter of an hour before going to bed in which the mother and daughter discussed their affairs, while the two lady's maids were discussing their affairs in the other room.

The two maids probably did not often quarrel, but the mother and daughter usually did.
"I wish that stupid man hadn't got himself hurt." "Of course, my dear; we all wish that.

But I really don't see that it has stood much in your way." "Yes it has.

After all there is nothing like dancing, and we shouldn't all have been sent to bed at two o'clock." "Then it has come to nothing ?" "I didn't say that at all, mamma.