A Waif's Progress
"Between ourselves," she said, in a confidential tone, "there is very little that the jeune fille of to-day does not say; but Camilla is not of to-day."
"And is he--Mr. Tancred--not of to-day either?"
Felicity thought a moment. "Edward? No, Edward is not of to- day either. Edward is of no particular day; if anything, he has strayed out of the Middle Ages."
The phrase, as applied to the person in question, had no particular meaning; but Mrs. Glanville admired her brother, and it sounded picturesque.
"We shall make an odd jumble of periods between us!"--still more hopelessly than before. "Oh"--with a sudden burst of clinging affection--"oh, how I wish that Mr. Glanville had allowed you to keep me permanently, as you were so dear and