"She's engaged to Lord Bowdon," said Alice stiffly.
"Deuced lucky woman," observed Babba, blind to the rebuke which lay in Alice's formality of phrase.
"Take him away," Ora commanded Mr. Hazlewood. "We've done with him and we don't want him any more. We aren't sure we like him."
"Oh, come now, I ain't a bad chap, Miss Pinsent," pleaded Babba piteously.
"We're not at all sure we like him," said Ora inexorably. "Take him away at once, please, Mr. Hazlewood." And Hazlewood led him out, protesting bitterly.
For a moment or two Ora moved about, touching the furniture into the places in which she wanted it, and fingering the flowers in the vases. Then she came quickly to Alice, sat down by her side, and cried expansively,
"It's really charming of you to come. And you're like—you're like something—Oh, I don't know! I mean you're a lovely change from those men and their business and their money."
"I like Mr. Hazlewood."
"Oh, so do I. But my life's so much Mr. Hazlewood. Why did you come?"