'Well, then, you don't think Madame Frabelle would do?' said Lady
Conroy.
'My dear Lady Conroy, Madame Frabelle wouldn't dream of going as a
companion or secretary. You want a young girl. She's about fifteen years
older than you are and she's staying with me as my guest. I shouldn't
even suggest such a thing.'
'Why not? It wouldn't be at all a hard place.'
'No, I know. But she doesn't want a place. She's very well off,
remember.'
'Good heavens, she can't have much to do then if she's only staying with
you,' said Lady Conroy.
'Oh, she has plenty of engagements. No, I shouldn't advise Madame
Frabelle. But I do know of someone.'
'Do you? Oh, darling Edith, how sweet of you. Oh, just ring the bell for
me, will you?'
Edith rang.
'I want to send for Marie, my maid, and tell her to order some muffins
for tea. I forgot to tell the cook.'
'But you have already ordered and countermanded them.'
'Oh, have I?--so I have! Never mind, don't ring. It doesn't matter. Who
do you know, dear?'
Standing appeared in answer to the bell.
'What do you want, Standing? You mustn't keep bothering and interrupting
me like this. Oh, tea? Yes, bring tea.
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