She knows everything. She
always knows what I want. One moment, dear; I'll ring for her and give
her orders. Wait a minute, though.' She took Edith's hand and patted it
affectionately. 'Nobody knows I've come back; it'll be all right. We
shan't have any visitors. I'm bursting with news to tell you.'
'And I'm longing to hear what it is.'
Lady Conroy's charming, animated face became blank. She frowned
slightly, and a vague look came into her eyes--the pathetic look of
someone who is trying to remember.
'Wait a minute--what is it? Oh yes. You know that woman you introduced
me to at Dieppe?'
'What woman?'
'Don't you know, dear? Good heavens, it was you who introduced her--you
ought to know.'
'Do you mean Madame Frabelle?' asked Edith, who was accustomed to Lady
Conroy, and could follow the drift of her mind.
'Capital! That's it. How wonderful of you! Yes, Madame Frabelle. How do
you like her?'
'Very much. But I didn't introduce her to you. You sent her to me.'
'Did I? Well, it's very much the same. Look here, Edith dear. This is
what I want to ask you. I remember now. Oh, do you mind ringing the bell
for me? I must tell Marie about the tea, in case people call.
Pages:
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192