Daisy put her nose in the air.
"Oh, you needn't have worried. He would have been quite certain to have told Aunt Alice himself."
"You didn't think of that yesterday," said Gladys.
"No. What disgusting salad! I believe it's made of turnip-tops. I'm very glad he didn't come to lunch."
"Men are so greedy about their food," said Gladys. "I don't mind what I eat."
"Evidently, since you can eat that. Oh, Gladys, I don't mean to be cross, but when you say things on purpose to annoy me it would be such bad manners in me not to appear to be annoyed. Do you think his motor has broken down? Fancy him tramping down the Bath road on a day like this! He hates walking unless he is going to kill something. He was charged by a rhinoceros once. If you try to shoot them and miss, they charge. How awfully tiresome of them! He killed it afterwards, though. It was quite close. You never heard anything so exciting."
Gladys laughed.
"Oh, Daisy," she said, "you told me that before, and you said it was so hard to know what to say if you didn't know a rhinoceros from a hippopotamus. And now you find it too exciting."
"Well, what then?" said Daisy, with dignity. "I think one ought to take an interest in all sorts of subjects. It is frightfully suburban only to be interested in what happens in your own parish. Somebody said that the world was his parish."
"I don't know what parish Grosvenor Square is in," said Gladys, parenthetically.