It seemed a very natural desire on the part of a little girl; and, much to the disgust of Emily Gibbs, who wished to have him to herself as much as possible, the duke ordered a cot to be brought into it.
Then with the same Machiavellian air, he said to Miss Belthorp: "Lady Marion has taken a strong fancy to this little boy I'm adopting.
I hope it will last." "It's sure to, your Grace.

He's such a dear little boy," said Miss Belthorp with conviction, for she, too, had fallen a victim to the silent charm of the Lump.
Having done his best to secure the first success of his plan, the duke left them.

Pollyooly made haste to have their trunk unpacked; and then, having put on a linen frock, while Emily Gibbs put one on the Lump, she took him out into the gardens.

Miss Belthorp accompanied them; and it seemed to Pollyooly that she was uncommonly like Miss Marlow, Lady Marion's earlier governess, whom she had found at the court during her last stay there.

She realised very soon that it was really unnecessary to listen to her conversation; the chance of her saying anything of any real interest being so very small.
From the windows of the smoking-room the duke saw the two children crossing the terrace, accompanied by a large proportion of the dogs of the establishment.