'Well, why shouldn't she? I'm not afraid of Madame Frabelle,' Edith
said, laughing. 'After all, Bruce may be thirty-seven, but she's fifty.'
'She's a wonderful woman,' admitted Mrs. Ottley, who had at first
disliked her, but had come round, like everyone else. 'Very very nice;
and really I do like her. But you know my old-fashioned ideas. I never
approve of a third person living with a married couple.'
'Oh--living! She's only been with us about a month.'
'But you don't think she's going away before the end of the season?'
'You can't call it a season. And she can't easily settle down just now,
on account of the war. Many of her relations are abroad, and some in the
country. She hasn't made up her mind where to live yet. She has never
had a house of her own since her husband died.'
'Yes, I see.'
'Do come, Mother!' urged Archie.
'All right, darling.'
'Will I have to take my hat off?' pouted Dilly, who had on a new hat
with daisies round it, in which she looked like a baby angel. She had a
great objection to removing it.
'Yes, dear. Why should you mind?'
'My hair will be all anyhow if I have to take it off in the theatre,'
said Dilly.
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