Mrs. Leighton roused herself from the mental somnolence of some weeks.
"Miss Hetty! Why, I was speaking to her half an hour ago. She wanted to send an introduction to Jean. She--she, why, it's very strange that she didn't tell me she wanted you to come. And you've dressed since. In fact, she said----"
Mrs. Leighton got no further.
"She must have changed her mind," said Isobel in a careless manner. "Well, good-bye, everybody, I'm off."
Mrs. Leighton sat a little speechless for the moment.
"I don't think I quite like that of Isobel," she said. "Miss Hetty did not want any one this afternoon. She told me why--she's so frank. Vincent is coming."
Elma sat debating in her mind, should she tell her mother or should she not. It was hardly right that Isobel should drag in the telephone, anything, under her mother's unsuspecting eyes, for her own ends. It was wildly impertinent to her mother.
"Mummy, Isobel knew that Vincent was going and she made up her mind to go too!"
"Made up her mind!"
"Yes--she almost half arranged it with Vincent at the golf club the other day."