Your time hasn't come yet, but there
will be something some day which will help you to understand."
Virginia sat upright in her seat. A very becoming touch of colour had
stolen into her cheeks, and her eyes were bright.
"I like to talk to you, Stella," she said, "because you are my cousin,
and none of these other people are even my friends yet, but I cannot
listen to you if you talk like this of the man who has been so kind to
me, especially," she added, "as he is your father and my uncle."
Stella leaned over and patted her hand patronizingly.
"Silly little girl!" she said. "Never mind, we shall be friends some
day, I dare say. You daren't come and see me, I suppose?"
Virginia shook her head.
"Not without my uncle's permission," she said.
"Quite right," Stella agreed. "Don't run any risks. We shall come across
one another now and then, especially since my father seems determined to
throw open his doors once more to the usual mob. By the by, does he ever
say anything about me?"
"Nothing," Virginia answered, "except that you deceived him. He has told
me that."
"Any particulars?" Stella asked.
"I am not sure," Virginia said, "that I ought to repeat them.
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