"Indeed!" said Theodore Bransby once more. Then he added, "Are you quite sure? Because I had it from a person who had it from Mrs. Dobbs herself." "From granny?" In her astonishment May let fall the ball of worsted. It rolled across the grass under the very nose of the toy terrier, who snapped at it, and then shivered more strongly than ever with an added sense of injury. "Very likely nothing is positively settled yet," continued Theodore. "Mrs. Dobbs was speaking of family arrangements for the future." "Then I suppose," said May, with an anxious look, "that she has heard from papa?" "Yes, I believe so; something was said about a communication from Captain Cheffington." There was a little pause. Then Mrs. Hadlow said, "Well, of course we shall be sorry to lose you, my dear, as Theodore says. But it is quite right that you should be amongst your own people, and be properly introduced." "Granny is my own people," returned May in a low voice. "Of course; and a most kind and excellent grandmother she is. But I mean--in short, since it is Mrs. Dobbs's own plan, we must suppose she thinks it best for you to go to town; and I must say I agree with her." "It is obviously necessary," said young Bransby. "Miss Cheffington will have, of course, to be presented." "Why, you look quite glum, May!" cried Constance laughing. "Oh, you little goose! I only wish I had the chance of going to town to be presented." Owen Rivers, who had hitherto been silent, now addressed May, and asked her if she disliked her aunt. "Dislike Aunt Pauline? Oh no; I don't dislike her at all. But I--I don't know her very well." "I thought," said Bransby, "that you had been in the habit of staying with Mrs. Dormer-Smith during the school vacations?" "No; before Grandmamma Cheffington died I used to go to Richmond, and I only saw Aunt Pauline now and then. Since that time I haven't seen her at all, for I've spent all my holidays with dear granny." Constance began to question young Bransby as to who had given him the news about May's departure; what it was that had been said; whether the time of her going away were positively fixed; and so forth. May rose, and, under cover of picking up her ball of worsted, walked away out of earshot. "Are you that phenomenon, a young lady devoid of curiosity, Miss Cheffington?" asked Owen Rivers, as she passed near him. "Oh, there's nothing to be curious about," returned the girl, flushing a little. "Granny and I shall talk it all over together this evening. I need not trouble myself about what other people may say or guess."