She did not see Lord Rufford before dinner, and at dinner sat between Sir Jeffrey and an old gentleman out of Stamford who dined at Mistletoe that evening.
I have passed my time in playing cat's cradle with Sir Jeffrey Bunker for the amusement of the company, and in confidential communications with my aunt and Lady Drummond.
After dinner, something having been said of the respectable old game called cat's cradle, she played it to perfection with Sir Jeffrey,--till her aunt thought that she must have been unaware that Sir Jeffrey had a wife and family.