Then Miss Glynn was fortunate indeed; Irvingly was a bore. It would have been less a bore if Mr. Farris had let her go anywhere in the vicinity of the casino (save for the Floo or for the tennis courts), but of course that was not to be.
Mattie’s eyes widened in awe at the mention of her sister Gwyn (Gwyn Glynn must be an awful name to have, though). Her mouth had quirked into a more gleeful smile too, because she wanted terribly to hear the full story there; although, in the interests of conspiratorial confessions between them, she admitted in a stage whisper: “Oh, dear. How thrilling! Though if she’s who I think she is, my father isn’t much impressed by her.” He didn’t think much of any of the female dragonkeepers, as a matter of fact. It wasn’t particularly ladylike.
Mattie’s eyes widened in awe at the mention of her sister Gwyn (Gwyn Glynn must be an awful name to have, though). Her mouth had quirked into a more gleeful smile too, because she wanted terribly to hear the full story there; although, in the interests of conspiratorial confessions between them, she admitted in a stage whisper: “Oh, dear. How thrilling! Though if she’s who I think she is, my father isn’t much impressed by her.” He didn’t think much of any of the female dragonkeepers, as a matter of fact. It wasn’t particularly ladylike.
