CHAPTER VII
“ Then you do see them?” the girl again asked.
Mrs. Jordan hesitated, and indeed the point had been ambiguous before. “Do you mean the guests?”
Her young friend, cautious about an undue exposure of innocence, was not quite sure. “Well—the people who live there.”
“ Lady Ventnor? Mrs. Bubb? Lord Rye? Dear, yes. Why they like one.”
“ But does one personally know them?” our young lady went on, since that was the way to speak. “I mean socially, don’t you know?—as you know me .”
“ They’re not so nice as you!” Mrs. Jordan charmingly cried. “But I shall see more and more of them.”
Ah this was the old story. “But how soon?”
“ Why almost any day. Of course,” Mrs. Jordan honestly added, “they’re nearly always out.”
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