Keep the count and Frank from fighting; anything but that!"
"For goodness' sake get rid of De Mürger. He is so embroiling," counseled Jacynth.
"How can I? After bringing him here a long journey to-day, can I whistle him away to-morrow?" she responds with naive indignation. "It is as bad as putting back the bottle-imp."
"Then you—some of us must leave. The situation is too strained."
"You advise flight; and I, who am just spoiling for a fight, as the Irish say ———" she was actually laughing again, it was too bad.
"If you will stay, let me make you acquainted with my sister Helen, Grandison's mother," said Jacynth softly, pity stirring his heart-strings for this young creature. "She is a good sort—a genuine woman."
"Thank you," said Fenella absently, looking round. "What is the count about; and where is Ronny?"
