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The children took the prospect cheerfully until the very end. Nurse had enlightened them on the grandeur of a title. “Miss Sydney would ride in her own carriage, pretty dear! with powdered footmen on the box, and silver on the harness, and wear satin every day. It would do her old eyes good to see her!”

“You needn’t be such a silly ass about it, Syd,” Freddie had said, after one of nurse’s conversations. “I don’t mind you being a Lady-what-do-you-call-it myself! You’ll keep lots of horses and ponies and merry-go-rounds in your park, and we’ll all come and stay with you and ride ’em!”

“You’ll do nothing of the kind!” Hugh told him, rather savagely, and was not greatly mollified by Freddie’s answer:

“Well, you needn’t! But Syd’s promised to ask me and Prissie, haven’t you, Syd?”

“Oh, I shall want you all!” poor Sydney had cried. “I do hope Lord St. Quentin will be kind, and ask you all to come and stay soon, very soon!”

“No chance of that!” Hugh had muttered beneath his breath; and then had put his arm round Sydney, calling himself “a beast to make her cry, and, of course, they would meet again, yes, very soon indeed!”