yield to the whims of young millionaires.

Cecilia, who was too gentle or too politic to betray the fact that she
heard the interesting name of Picklebody for the first time, remarked in
a tone as cheerful as she could make it:

"I suppose that if Mr. Picklebody could get in we can get out now."

"Can and will," rejoined McVay beamingly. "Hen comes as he has always
come to his friends, as a rescuer."

"I seem to require a great deal of rescuing," said the girl, looking up
at the monopolist in the art who had so far said nothing.

"Ah, but you don't understand, my dear," went on McVay ruthlessly
cutting into the look which the lovers were exchanging; "You don't yet
understand how fortunate we are in our friends. Henderson did not, it is
true, come to find me. It was the greatest coincidence his meeting me
here. It seems that he and Holland are both interested in a mine in
Mexico, and what do you think?" McVay paused and rubbed his hands;
"Really, we have the kindest friends; they have been arranging between
them to offer me a job down there. What do you think of that?"

Cecilia who had been trying to imagine any future after they left the
shelter of the grey stone house, would have answered if she had been
thoroughly candid that she thought Mexico was a terribly long distance
away, but she only observed:

"How very kind of them. I am sure we shall like Mexico."