'Coming,' answered Leonora, putting the note in an envelope.
'The idea!' said Rose's voice scornfully.
'Yes,' retorted Milly's voice. 'The idea.'
Leonora listened as she wrote the address.
'You always were a conceited thing, Milly, and since this wonderful opera you're positively ridiculous. I almost wish I'd gone to it now, just to see what you were like.'
'Ah well! You just didn't, and so you don't know.'
'No indeed! I'd got something better to do than watch a pack of amateurs——' There was a pause for silent contempt.
'Well? Keep it up, keep it up.'
'Anyhow I'm perfectly certain father won't let you go.'
'I shall go.'