"There's Mr. Bantling," said Isabel, gently, irrelevantly,scarcely caring much now whether she should find her maid or not.
"Oh yes, he goes everywhere with me. Come here,Mr. Bantling!" Henrietta exclaimed. Whereupon the gallant bachelor advanced with a smile—a smile tempered, however, by the gravity of the occasion."Isn't it lovely she has come?" Henrietta asked."He knows all about it," she added; "we had quite a discussion. He said you wouldn't, I said you would."