“Every woman is the age she looks,” said Miss West, sententiously.
“So be it; neither Mrs. Leach’s age nor looks concern me. You and she hit it off together pretty well, don’t you?”
“Certainly,” she answered rather loftily.
“Then that is all right!” in a tone of brisk relief.
“What do you mean?”
“Miss West, excuse me, if I repeat your own recent reply to me, you want to know too much.”
“If you imply——” she began, but hesitated, for at this instant the door was opened by a footman, and Mr. West entered, leaning on Mrs. Leach’s arm, whilst his valet followed with a supply of papers, rugs, and cushions. They formed quite an interesting procession.
END OF VOL. II.
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