She looked at Diana Grierson-Amberly and they both rose.
In the drawing-room, Lady Aviolet turned to Diana.
“I hope your violin is down here, Di.”
“It’s upstairs, but I’ll fetch it.”
“Your coffee, my dear....”
“Mother doesn’t let me have it, Cousin Catherine, because of my complexion.”
“Ah, well, you can’t be too careful,” the elder lady acquiesced.
When the girl had gone upstairs, she said to her daughter-in-law:
“I should like to ask Dr. Lucian to dinner, Rose, since he is a friend of yours. But I am afraid that I have never called upon his sister.”
Rose could think of no reply to the last half of the announcement, and therefore ignored it.