“Anything he has stolen, yes. But that’s all.”
“You can’t get me to sympathise with you. I like well-dressed, well-mannered people who speak good English.”
“So do I. That’s why I’m doing all in my power to improve the conditions for making more and more people of the sort one likes to talk to and dine with.”
“Why, I thought you sympathised with the lower classes.”
“Not a bit of it. Who has been maligning me to you? I abhor the lower classes—so much so that I wish to see them abolished.”
“Well, you’ll have to blame Marian for misleading me.”
“Miss Trevor? How is she?” Mrs. Carnarvon was looking closely at him, and he was not sure that he succeeded in showing nothing more than friendly interest.
“Haven’t you heard from her? She’s in England, visiting in Lancashire. You know her cousin married Lord Cranmore.”
“I saw in the papers several months ago that she was going abroad. I haven’t heard a word since.”
Mrs. Carnarvon started to say something, but changed her mind.