“Well, of course, sometimes one is lonely, and longs to do things, and to see people.”
“If you had only played your cards properly, Blagdon would have made the girl over to you—and with a respectable allowance. He did not know what to do with her; Lady Rashleigh couldn’t endure her, and his mother is too infirm to undertake a lively grandchild.”
“I don’t agree with you. If Hugo thought I wanted Cara, he would have kept her, for that very reason.”
“I hear he has gone in more than ever for racing, with Sir Tom as his guide, and has burnt his fingers rather badly. It is said he wishes to marry again, an heiress or a rich widow; meanwhile Connie Rashleigh lives with him most of the year.”
“And Mrs. Corbett?”
“No—as soon as she heard that her husband had made a huge fortune in the Argentine, she patched up a truce, and went out to spend it.”
“And the Dentons—how are they?”
“Much as usual—getting a little older and greyer, By the way, do you ever hear from Lancelot?”
“No,” colouring; “of course not—never.”
“He is rising rapidly in his profession——” She paused. No need to tell Letty that he was at present on leave in England. “Frances, as you know, is still Miss Lumley. How is it, that all the minxes get snapped up, and the treasures are left?”