Pretty place,
Putney. Ever been there, Mr. Warlock? Ah, you should go--"
Amy Warlock listened with the greatest interest; otherwise, it must
be confessed, Mr. Thurston's audience was somewhat inattentive. Mr.
Warlock's mind was obviously elsewhere; he passed his hand through
his beard, his eyes staring at the table-cloth. Mr. Thurston,
noticing this, tried another topic.
"What 'ave you heard, Mrs. Warlock, about the new Miss Cardinal? I
'aven't seen her yet myself."
Mrs. Warlock, who had just given herself a little piece of beef,
some potato and some spinach, and was arranging these delicacies
with the greatest care upon her plate, just smiled without raising
her eyes. Amy answered--
"I've seen her. I was there this afternoon. I can't say that I found
her very interesting. Plain-ugly in fact. She never opened her mouth
all the afternoon. Caroline Smith tells me that she knows nothing at
all, seen nothing, been nowhere. Bad-tempered I should think."
"Dear, dear," said Mr. Thurston with a gratified sigh, "is it so
reelly?"
Martin looked across at his sister indignantly. "Trust one woman
about another," he said.
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