But just then Mrs. Ogilvie gave Helen Douglas so severe a push with her foot, that she stopped, and got very red.
Rycroft sprang to a side table, poured out a glass of brandy, and brought it to Ogilvie.
"Nay, perhaps Armine has got hold of a reality," said Mr. Ogilvie.
Nor had he waited for the permission of Lieutenant Ogilvie to make his entrance into, at least, one little corner of society.
“I am anxious, of course, to complete the purchase,” continued Mrs. Ogilvie.
