“Did you meet Laurence Charlesbury?”
“Yes. I had tea with him.”
To her own disgust, Rose suddenly heard her voice becoming loud and defiant.
“Oh, yes—how nice! Where did you meet?”
“In the Brompton Road, and we went to a place in Bond Street. He told me that Ford is engaged to be married.”
“Yes, my dear, to Diana. Sir Thomas and I are very pleased about it. Let me give you another cup of tea?”
“No, thanks. Do tell me how it all happened.”
Rose, however much she might dislike Ford, and however cheaply she might hold Diana, was quite incapable of being anything but thrilled and excited over every detail concerning an engagement.
“How it happened?” Lady Aviolet repeated with a certain blankness.
“When did he propose to her and where, and has he given her a ring yet?” Rose earnestly inquired.