"Possibly not," he admitted; "I only said that you adored her."
"And does any one besides yourselves suspect the authorship?" asked Miss Lamb.
"No," John answered. "Even her father is in ignorance of it. In fact," he went on, giving rein to his inventiveness, "it is out of consideration to him that she keeps the secret. Hehasa morbid horror of female celebrities. You could hardly deal him a more cruel blow than to tell him that it is his daughter who has written the book which is making such a stir."
"An aristocratic trait I am sure," said Mrs. Ellerton, complacently. "My father would have had the same feeling."
"Mine wouldn't have," said her niece. "I am sure, from what I remember of him, that papa would have been perfectly delighted with a talented daughter."
"My poor brother was very Western, you know," Mrs. Ellerton sighed. "Copper is so levelling," she added, turning to me for sympathy.
