Cedric had not yet made his
appearance, but they could hear him whistling in the distance. But
before Malcolm could answer in the negative, Elizabeth broke in
again.
"You are wrong there, Die; Mr. Carlyon never goes out on Saturday
evenings. It is his day for writing his sermon, and I have never
known him break his rule. Mr. Charrington wishes to have Mr. Herrick
to himself. He," with another smile, "knows two are company and
three are none. Well, good people, I must not dawdle this morning,
as there is so much to do;" and as Elizabeth rose from the table she
gave her sister a meaning glance, and Dinah, who was like wax in
Elizabeth's hands, took the hint at once.
"We are so glad you have made up your mind to stay until Tuesday,"
she said cordially, "for we are asking some people to come over for
tennis on Monday after-noon. Elizabeth has gone off to write the
notes now."
"Why on earth could she not have said so?" thought Malcolm, with
secret irritation. But Dinah went on cheerfully--
"It will be only an informal affair; there is no time to arrange a
regular garden-party.
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