“Miss Lady! She is Mrs. Leslie Marchmont, the most sought after woman in town!”
“I don't care, her horses look as if they had been fed on corn stalks.”
“But you mustn't say such things! You must cultivate discretion. If you want me to introduce you to the right people—”
“But they may not be the right people for me! Some of them are lovely, but I can't stand the affected ones, nor the ones that patronize me.”
“But they won't patronize you if you are a little more reserved. There's no earthly reason for your telling them that you keep only one servant, and saying that you come from Billy-goat Hill. It's a horrid name given our beautiful hillside, by horrid people. You see, you really must cultivate more caution. You are,—what shall I say? too frank, too natural.”
Miss Lady laughed. “I haven't the least idea how to go about being unnatural, but, thank heaven, I don't have to learn to-day! Margery is feeling better and is going to let me stay with her.”
“That's absurd! You are all ready to go, and I want Mrs. Bartrum to see you for the first time just as you look now. Where are your gloves?”
“I forgot them, but it doesn't matter, I'm not going.”
“I'll send Jenkins for them at once.”
Miss Lady's cheek flushed and she looked at Mrs. Sequin in perplexity, then her brow cleared.