MOLLY BAWN. 8
Unless he means to build a new wing'—with a mild attempt
at sarcasm—' I don't know where Mr. Luttrell is to sleep.'
' I fear I would not have time,' says Mr. Massereene
meekly : * the walls would scarcely be dry, as he is coming
—the day after to-morrow.'
* Not until then 1' says Letitia, ominously calm. ' Why
did not you make it to-day ] That would have utterly pre¬
cluded the possibility of my getting things into any sort of
' Letitia, if you continue to address me in your present
heartless style for one minute longer I shall burst into teais,'
says Mr. Massereene. And then they all laugh.
'He shall have my room,' says Molly presently, seeing
that perplexity still adorns Letitia's brows, ' and I can have
' Oh, Molly, I will not have you turned out of your
room for anyone,' says Letitia ; but she says it faintly, and
is conscious of a feeling of relief at her heart as she speaks.
' But indeed he shall. It is such a pretty room that he
cannot fail to be impressed. Anyone coming from a hot
city, and proving insensible to the charms of tbe roses that
are now ci-eeping into my window, would be unfit to live.
Even an hussar must have a soft spot somewhere. I foresee
those roses will be the means of reducing him to a lamb-like
'You are too good, Molly. It seems a shame,' says
Letitia, patting her sister-in-law's hand, and still hesitating,
through a sense of duty; ' does it not, ,Tohn ?'
' It is so difficult to know what a woman really means
by the word " shame," ' replies John absently, being deep in
the morning's paper. ' You said it was a shame yesterday
when the cat drank all the cream; and Molly said it was a
shame when Wyndham ran away with Crofton's wife.'
' Don't take any notice of him, Letty,' says Molly, with
a scornful shrug of her pretty shoulders, turning her back
on her brother, and resuming the all-impoitant subject of
the expected visitor.
' Another railway accident, and twenty men killed,' says
Mr. Massereene in a few minutes, looking up from his
•Times,' and adopting the lugubrious tone one always
assumes on such occasions, whether one cares or not.
' Wasn't it fortunate we put up those curtains clean