'My darling,' interrupted her mother, 'you must not think of walking back all that way--that gown is lovely, is it not, Audrey?--and one more person does not signify. No doubt your father was anxious that Percival should see Mr. Blake and give him his opinion; he thinks so much of Percival's judgment, does he not, Audrey?' Now here was the opportunity for a douceur, for a nicely-adjusted compliment, to smooth her sister's ruffled brow; but Audrey was far too blunt and truthful for such finesse. 'Father told me that he wanted Michael to see Mr. Blake--I don't believe he was thinking of Percival--because of course the lower school has nothing to do with Hillside. There is not the least need of changing your gown, Gage, for of course we are only a family party. Will you come up with me to my room now, or will you go with mother presently?' 'I will come with you,' returned Mrs. Harcourt. Audrey was inclined to be contumacious, but she would not yield the matter so meekly. Audrey was always more contradictory when Michael was in the background; they seemed to play into each other's hand somehow, and more than once Geraldine was positive she had heard a softly-uttered 'Bravo!' at some of Audrey's ridiculous speeches. 'Come along, then,' returned Audrey good-humouredly; and as they left the room together, Captain Burnett laid down his book. 'I am afraid she is going to catch it, Cousin Emmeline; it will be a case of survival of the fittest--Geraldine is strong, but Audrey can hold her own. I back Audrey.' 'My dear,' remonstrated Mrs. Ross, as she put away her knitting, 'you talk as though my girls were likely to quarrel. Geraldine is far too sweet-tempered to quarrel with anyone; she will only give Audrey a little advice--dear Audrey is dreadfully careless, she takes after her father in that; John is always doing imprudent things. Geraldine has made me most uncomfortable this afternoon; I am quite sure that Mrs. Blake will be an undesirable friend for Audrey.' 'Do you always see through other people's spectacles?' he asked quietly. 'I have a habit of judging things for myself--I never take anything second-hand; it is such an unpleasant idea, airing other people's opinions. Fancy a sensible human being turning himself into a sort of peg or receptacle for other folks' theories! No, thank you, my dear cousin; my opinions are all stamped with "Michael Burnett, his mark."' 'Men are different,' she replied tranquilly; and then she left him to go in search of her husband.