Edith laughed.
'No, my dear, you don't. But it doesn't matter. Well, this girl has been
nursing Mr Aylmer Ross, and he doesn't need her any more--at least he
won't after next week. Would you see her and judge for yourself? You
might try her.'
'I'm sure I shall if I take her. I'm afraid I'm a trying person. I try
everyone dreadfully. Oh, by the way, Edith, I met such a perfect angel
coming over. He was a wounded soldier. He belongs to the Black Watch.
Doesn't the name Black Watch thrill you? He's in the Irish Guards, so,
of course, my heart went out to him.'
'The Irish Guards as well?'
'Oh no. That was another man.'
She put her hand to her forehead.
'I'm worrying you, dear, with my bad memory. I'm so sorry. Well, then,
you'll see Madame Frabelle for me?'
'I will if you like, but not as a companion. It's Miss Clay.'
'Miss Clay,' repeated Lady Conroy. 'Ah, here's tea. Do you take milk and
sugar. Edith?'
'Let me pour it out,' said Edith, to whom it was maddening to see the
curious things Lady Conroy did with the tea-tray. She was pouring tea
into the sugar basin, looking up at Edith with the sweetest smile.
'I can't stay long,' Edith went on.
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