"Listen!"--she
held up her hand.
"Yes," said Lady Tranmore, springing up. "There he is."
She stood waiting. The door flew open, and in came a tall young man.
"William, how late you are!" said Lady Tranmore, as she flew into his
arms.
"Well, mother, are you pleased?"
Her son held her at arm's-length, smiling kindly upon her.
"Of course I am," said Lady Tranmore. "And you--are you horribly tired?"
"Not a bit. Ah, Mary!--how do you do?"
Miss Lyster had risen, and the cousins shook hands.
"But I don't deny it's very jolly to come back--out of all that beastly
scrimmage," said the new member, as he threw himself into an arm-chair
by the fire with his hands behind his head, while Lady Tranmore prepared
him a cup of tea.
"I expect you've enjoyed it," said Miss Lyster, also moving towards the
fire.
"Well, when you're in it there's a certain excitement in wondering how
you're going to come out of it! But one might say that, of course, of
the infernal regions."
"Not quite," said Mary Lyster, smiling demurely.
"Polly! you
are a Tory. Everybody else's hell has moved--but yours!
Thank you, mother," as Lady Tranmore gave him tea.
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