The connection of ideas was not, perhaps, very obvious, but Maurice Kenyon nodded as if he understood.
"I suppose she will want a companion. Would Ethel be so kind as to call on her?"
"Certainly. She will do all she can for Miss Brooke, I am sure."
"I have been speaking to Mrs. Romaine, too."
"Have you?" Kenyon raised eyebrows a very little, but Mr. Brooke did not seem to notice the change of expression.
"—And she promises to do what she can; but a woman like Mrs. Romaine is not likely to find many subjects in common with a girl fresh from a convent."
"I suppose not"—in the driest of tones.
"Mrs. Romaine," said Brooke, in a more decided tone, "is a cultivated woman who has made a mark in literature——"
"In literature?" queried the doctor.
"She has written a novel or two. She writes for various papers—well and smartly, I believe. She is a thorough woman of the world. Naturally, a girl brought up as Lesley has been will——"