“Yes, very—I mean, rather. Rather tall, anyhow.”
“Oh yes, he was there.”
“When Clara talked about me?”
“So far as I recollect, he was not in earshot at that moment, Miss Prudence. But then I wasn’t in earshot while she talked to him. So possibly——”
“Now she really is a cat, isn’t she?”
“I haven’t the smallest doubt of it. But you must make allowances.”
“I do. Still I can’t see why plain people are to say just what they like!”
“Nobody minds them,” I observed consolingly.
The conversation flagged for a moment or two. That didn’t matter; one can always look at the view.
“Is my hat crooked?” asked Miss Prudence with affected anxiety.