“Pretty girl, indeed!” ejaculated Cora, under her breath.
“Why it’s nobody but that Nelson—Nancy Nelson. A mere nobody.”
“What name did you say?” demanded the senator, his green eyes very bright for a moment, and a little color coming into his face.
“Nancy Nelson.”
“Who is she?”
“That’s what we all ask,” remarked his daughter, with an unpleasant laugh.
“Why do you say that, Grace?”
“Why, she’s a nobody. She’s got no friends, and no home—it’s a disgrace to have her here at Pinewood. I wish you’d say something to the Madame about her.”
“They tried to make me room with her,” said Cora Rathmore, boldly; “but I wouldn’t stand for that long.”
The Senator looked grave. “Come, tell me all about Nancy Nelson,” he enjoined them, and sat down on a neighboring bench to listen.