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‘No,’ said Ella, ‘I–indeed I never should!’

‘Ha, ha! nor should we! You would have screamed to see him fussing about–wasn’t he killing over it, Carrie?’

‘Oh, he was, Jessie!’

‘My son,’ explained Mrs. Chapman to Mrs. Hylton, ‘is so wonderfully energetic and practical. I have never known him fail to carry through anything he has once undertaken–he inherits that from his poor dear father.’

‘I don’t quite gather what your brother George has been doing, even now?’ said Mrs. Hylton to Jessie.

‘Oh, but my lips are sealed. Wild horses sha’n’t drag any more from me! Don’t be afraid, Ella, I won’t spoil sport!’

‘There is no sport to spoil,’ said Ella. ‘Mother, it is only that–that George has furnished the house while I have been away.’

‘Really?’ said Mrs. Hylton politely; ‘that is energetic of him, indeed!’

‘Poor dear Tumps came home so proud of your approval,’ said Jessie to Ella, ‘and we were awfully relieved to find you didn’t think we’d made the house quite too dreadful–weren’t we, Carrie?’

‘Yes, indeed, Jessie.’

‘Of course,’ observed the latter young lady, ‘it’s always so hard to hit upon another person’s taste exactly–especially in furnishing.’

‘Impossible, I should have thought,’ from Mrs. Hylton.

‘I hope Ella is of a different opinion–what do you say, dearest?’

‘Oh,’ cried Ella hastily, with splendid mendacity, ‘I–I liked it all very much, and–and it was so much too kind of you and Carrie. I’ve never thanked you for–for all the things you gave me!’

‘Oh, those! they ain’t worth thanking for–just a few little artistic odds and ends. They set off a room, you know–give it a finish.’

‘Young people nowadays,’ croaked old Mrs. Chapman lugubriously in Mrs. Hylton’s courteously inclined ear, ‘think so much of luxury and ornament. I’m sure when I married my dear husband, we—-‘

‘Now, mater dear, you really mustn’t!’ interrupted the irrepressible Jessie; ‘Mrs. Hylton is on our side, you know. She likes pretty things about her–don’t you, Mrs. Hylton? And, talking of that, Ella, I hope you thought our glyco-vitrine decoration a success? We were perfectly surprised ourselves to see how well it came out! Just transparent coloured paper, Mrs. Hylton, and you cut it into sheets, and gum it on the window-panes, and really, unless you were told or came quite close, you would declare it was real stained glass! You ought to try some of it on your windows, Mrs. Hylton. I’ll tell you where you can get it–you go down—-‘

‘I’m afraid I’m old-fashioned, my dear,’ said Mrs. Hylton, stiffly; ‘if I cannot have the reality, I prefer to do without even the best imitations.’

‘Why, you’re deserting us, I declare! Ella, you must take her to see the window, and then perhaps she will change her opinion.’

‘I always tell my girls,’ said Mrs. Chapman, in her woolly voice, ‘when I am dead and gone they can make any alterations they please, but while I am spared to them I like everything about the house to be kept exactly as it was in their poor father’s lifetime.’

‘Isn’t she a dear conservative old mummy?’ said Jessie to Ella in an audible aside. ‘Why, I do believe she won’t see anything to admire in your little house–at least, if she does, the dear old lady, she’d sooner die than admit it!’

The Chapmans went at last, and before they were out of the house Mrs. Hylton, with an effort to seem unconcerned, said: ‘And so, Ella, you and George have done without my help? Of course you know your own affairs best; still, I should have thought–I should certainly have thought–that I might have been of some assistance to you–if only in pecuniary matters.’

‘George preferred that you should not be troubled,’ stammered Ella.

‘I am not blaming him. I respect him for wishing to be independent. I own to being a little surprised that you should not have told me of this before, though, Ella. But for that chattering girl, I presume I should have been left to discover it for myself. I wonder you cannot bring yourself to be a little more open with your mother, my dear.’