“And so your father came home very wealthy, Maddie? And you live in London, and have had two seasons, and go everywhere—and know everybody?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“Well, of course, you have hosts of admirers.”
“I don’t know about that either!”
“Nonsense, I’m sure you have had hundreds. What was the name of that gentleman at school?”
“Gentleman at school—there were no gentlemen—at school.”
“Now don’t be silly! He was the friend of some people that used to come to the breaking-up. He danced with you, and Miss Selina was wild. I’m sure you must remember him.”
“I don’t want, as you may easily imagine, to remember anything about school, except,” picking herself up, “some of my school-fellows.”
“Oh, now, let me see, I’ve a shocking memory for names. I think his name began with N, or was there an N in it?”
“There was nothing in it—will that answer as well. There is to be a big ball here to-morrow; you are just in time.”