“I don’t know about friends,” she repeated doubtfully, thinking of Lalla. “But I’ve been introduced to several people.”
“That verandah is an awful place. Waring has extraordinary nerve to sit there among all those strangers. I am much too shy to venture within a mile of it.”
“I believe he is quite at home, and has met no end of acquaintances. Have you paid any visits yet?”
“No; only one or two that he dragged me out to. I’m not a society man.”
“And how will you put in your time?”
“I’m fond of rackets and tennis. Your uncle has given me a general invitation to his courts. Do you think we could get up a game to-morrow—your uncle and I, and you and Miss Paske—or Mrs. Sladen?”
“Yes; if we could get Mrs. Sladen.”
“Not Miss Paske? Don’t you like her?” with a twinkle in his eye.
“It is too soon to say whether I like her or not; but she did not think it too soon to ridicule my aunt to me.”
“Well, Miss Gordon, I’ll tell you something. I don’t care about Miss Paske.”