"
"I don't suppose," said Sir Gilbert, "that Millicent can get into any
mischief in Ballymoy."
Lady Hawkesby sighed. She distrusted her niece, regarding her as a
highly dangerous person who might at any moment create a sensation
which would amount to a public scandal.
"I understand," she said, "that the place is twenty miles away from the
nearest railway station."
She sighed again. She was a little uncertain as to whether she ought
to find comfort or fresh cause of anxiety in the remoteness of Ballymoy
from civilisation. On the one hand, scandals of a literary kind--and
Lady Hawkesby did not suspect Miss King of giving occasion for anything
worse--are unlikely in the wilds of Connacht. On the other hand, her
distance from all friends and advisers would give Miss King a freedom
which was very perilous.
"I can't think," she said, "what takes either of you to such a place."
"I'm going to catch salmon," said Sir Gilbert. "Millicent tells me
that she wants rest and quiet. I daresay she does."
"I wish very much," said Lady Hawkesby, "that she was safely married to
some quiet sensible man."
There was a good deal of sound common sense and knowledge of human
nature in her "safely.
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