"At the hotel."
"We are at Cranston's. Who is your chaperon?"
"Mrs. Ironwood."
Which was better care than Miss Cray herself could boast, and so the force of circumstances dealt another blow.
"Well, don't serve me out too large a slice of humble pie," she said. "I'm awfully fond of Mr. Kindred, myself. The trouble is, he's not so awfully fond of me. And wounded hearts, you know!"
"If Mr. McLean were here, he'd say: 'Steady!'" remarked Miss Wren. "Do you know Mr. McLean, too?" she said, turning to Violet.
"Yes."
"Met him 'several times'?"
"Yes."
"But you must come from the West?"