‘I’m told,’ pursued Mrs Hipgrave in a somewhat scornful tone, ‘that she is very pretty.’
‘But, then, that’s not really of importance, is it?’ I murmured.
Mrs Hipgrave looked at me with just a touch of suspicion; but she went on bravely:
‘And one or two very curious things have been said.’
‘Not to me,’ I observed with infinite amiability.
‘Her family now—’
‘Her family was certainly a drawback; but there are no more of them, Mrs Hipgrave.’
‘Then somebody told me that she was in the habit of wearing—’
‘Dear me, Mrs Hipgrave, in these days everybody does that—more or less, you know.’