Edith took both her hands and shook them, laughing, as she stood up.
'I will arrange to send Miss Clay to see you, and if you like her, if you don't mind waiting about ten days or a fortnight, you might engage her. It would be doing her a great kindness. She's not happy at home.'
'Oh, poor girl!'
'And she went as a nurse,' continued Edith, 'chiefly because she couldn't think of anything else to do. She isn't really strong enough for nursing.'
'Isn't she? How sad, poor girl. It reminds me of a girl I met at Boulogne. So pretty and nice. In very much the same position really. She also wasn't happy at home—'
'This is the same girl,' said Edith. 'You wrote to me about her.'
'Did I? Good heavens, how extraordinary! What a memory you've got,
Edith. Well, then, she's sure to do.'
'Still, you'd better have an interview,' said Edith. 'Don't trouble to ring. I must fly, dear. We'll soon meet again.'
Lady Conroy followed her to the door into the hall, pouring forth questions, sympathy and cheerful communications about the charming young man in the Black Watch. Just before Edith escaped her friend said:
'Oh, by the by, I meant to ask you something. Who is Madame Frabelle?'