If they had really forgotten her, they had the good manners not to reveal the fact, and spoke to her kindly and pleasantly.
"By the by," said Lord Glyncraig, "where is your schoolfellow who sang so well just now?
I don't see her on the lawn." "Rona Mitchell?
I suppose she is somewhere about," replied Stephanie casually.
"Do you happen to know if she comes from New Zealand ?" "Yes, she does." "I wonder if you could find her and bring her here?
I should like very much to speak to her." Stephanie could not refuse, though her errand was uncongenial.

She could not imagine why an ex-Cabinet Minister should concern himself with a girl from the backwoods.
"Lord Glyncraig wants you; so hurry up, and don't keep him waiting," was the message she delivered, not too politely.
Rona blushed furiously.

She appeared on the very point of declining to obey the summons.
"Go, dear," said Mrs.Stanton quietly.

"Perhaps he wishes to congratulate you on the success of your song.

Yes, Rona, go.