14 'AIRY FAIRY LILIAN.'
minutes with nothing to do. I might as well have beeu
digesting my correspondence, if there is any for me.'
' One letter for you; five, as usual, for Cyril; one
for me,' says Guy. 'All Cyril's.' Examining them
critically at arm's length. ' Written evidently by very
' Yes, they %vill write to me,' returns Cyril, receiving
them with a sigh, and regarding them in turn with care¬
ful scrutiny. ' It is nothing short of disgusting,' he
says presently, singling out one of the letters with his
first finger. ' This is the fourth she has written me this
week, and as yet it is only Friday. I won't be able to
bear it much longer; I shall certainly make a stand one
of these days.'
' I would if I were you,' says Guy, laughing.
* I have just heard from Lilian Chesney,' suddenly
says Lady Chetwoode, speaking as though a bombshell
had fallen in their midst. ' And she is really coming
here next week !'
' No!' says Guy without meaning contradiction,
which at the moment is far from him.
' Yes,' replies his mother somewhat faintly.
' Another!' murmurs Cyril weakly—he being the
only one of the three who finds any amusement in the
situation. ' Well, at all events she can't write to me,
as we shall be under the same roof; and I shall dismi.s3
the vei-y first servant who brings me a billet-doux.
How pleased you do look, Guy ! And no wonder—a
whole live ward, and all to yourself. Lucky you!'
' It is hard on you, mother,' says Guy, ' but it can't
be helped. When I promised I made sure her father
would have lived for years to come.'
' You did what was quite right,' says Lady Chet¬
woode, who if Guy were to commit a felony, would
instantly say it was the only proper course to be pur¬
sued. ' And it might have been much worse. Her
mother's daughter cannot fail to be a lady in the best
sense of the word'