"Oh, that's too many!" Mrs. Gracedew jeeringly declared.
"Papa unfortunately doesn't think so, when Captain Yule, I believe, has six."
"Six?" Mrs. Gracedew, alert, looked as if that might be different.
"Papa, in the morning-room, told me them all."
Mrs. Gracedew visibly considered, then for a moment dropped Mr. Pegg. "And what are they!"
"Oh, all sorts. 'Marmaduke Clement———'" Cora tried to recall.
Mrs. Gracedew, however, had already checked her. "I see—'Marmaduke Clement' will do." She appeared for a minute intent, but, as with an energetic stoop, she picked up Mr. Pegg. "But so will yours," she said, with decision.
"Mine?—you mean his!"
"The same thing—what you'll be."
"Mrs. Hall Pegg!"—Cora tried it, with resolution, loudly.
It fell a little flat in the noble space, but Mrs. Gracedew's manner quickly covered it. "It won't make you a bit less charming."
Cora wondered—she hoped. "Only for papa."
And what was he? Mrs. Gracedew by this time seemed assentingly to ask. "Never for me!" she soothingly declared.
