'It's a—well—it's not exactly a young person, my lady. She says she's sure you will see her. The name is Miss Yeo.'
'Miss Yeo?' Eugenia looked puzzled. 'Show her in at once.'
Anne came in, coolly.
'I'm afraid you hardly remember me, Lady Selsey,' she said. 'We met last summer. I was Miss Verney's companion.'
Eugenia held out her hand cordially.
'Of course, I remember you very well. Why, it was here we met! At that musical party! Do sit down, Miss Yeo. Won't you take off your mackintosh?'
'No, thanks. I must apologise for intruding. The fact is I've come about something important. It's about Mrs Reeve.'
'Mrs Reeve?' Eugenia leant eagerly forward. 'Do, do tell me! Anything about her interests me so much.'
'You'll think me very impertinent, Lady Selsey. But I can't help it.
I'll come straight to the point.'
'Do, please.'