"Close to Lady Catharine's! Gillian will be glad to tell her
anything she would like to ask about it. You had better come over to
tea some afternoon."

The time was fixed, and then Magdalen showed some of the
advertisements of tuition in art, music, languages, and everything
imaginable, which had begun to pour in upon her, and was very glad of
a little counsel on the reputation of each professor. Lady
Merrifield saying, however, that her experience was small, as her
young people in general were not musical, with the single exception
of her son Wilfred, who was at home, reading to go up for the Civil
Service, and recreating himself with the Choral Society and lessons
on the violin. "My youngest is fifteen," she said, "and we provide
for her lessons amongst us, except for the School of Art, and
calisthenics at the High School, which is under superior management
now, and very much improved."

Mysie echoed, "Oh, calisthenics are such fun!" and took the reins to
drive away.

"Oh! she is very nice," exclaimed Mysie, as they drove down the hill.

"Yes, there is something very charming about her. I wonder whether
Sam made a great mistake."

"Mamma, what do you mean?"

"Have I been meditating aloud? You said when you met her at Castle
Towers, she asked you whether you had a brother Harry."