“I’ve always claimed that Mabel Crewe is insincere.
“It will be so nice to have another man at parties.”
“Did you hear how much money he has?” a Pelham-Hew queried. At the word “money” the chatter ceased; they all drew up at attention.
“I—that is—Mrs. Lee didn’t say anything about money. No, really, she didn’t.” Rosamond felt as cruel as if she had wantonly run her hat pin into seven palpitating Pelham-Hew hearts. Income was so pinched and painful a strain in their home.
“Noth—ing—about—mon—ey?”
“You’re either mistaken or you are amusing yourself at our expense, Mrs. Mearely!” A MacMillan’s nerves were snapping and her voice was so sharp that it stung.
“Mrs. Witherby said positively he’d made a great success.”
“Positively!”
“Grea-at success!”
“Yes—yes, Mrs. Lee said something of success,” Rosamond admitted, “but I—er—gathered that it was an artistic success.”