"No, but you don't start up doing business with a person that's just dropped down from the clouds—like that." She snapped her fingers to indicate precipitous haste.
"Sometimes you do."
"Well, you don't. I know that for a fact." She was inspecting a vase on a pedestal in a corner now. It was nearer to the packet. She wheeled round suddenly, so that it should take her by surprise. "What's that?"
"You see. It's an envelope with papers in it."
"What sort of papers?"
"I haven't looked at them yet. They have to do with money, or investments, or something. I'm never very clear about those things."
"I thought you did all that through Cousin Endsleigh Jarrott and Mr. Conquest?"
"This was a little thing I couldn't trouble them with."
"And you went straight off to him, when you'd only known him—let me see!--how many days?—one, two, three, four—"
"I've gone to people I didn't know at all—sometimes. You have to. If you only knew more about investing money—"