“Now, what about the stage itself?”
Nancy Fazackerly was quite wise enough not to press the question of Mrs. Harter any further, and they went off into a discussion as to the structure and position of the stage.
I asked Claire afterwards if she really objected very much to letting old Ellison’s daughter take part in the performance.
“She won’t expect to be asked here afterwards, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
“How do you know she won’t? I thought that she looked like a pushing sort of woman, and common.”
“Do you remember how they did those portraits of her in Sallie’s game the other day?”
“Yes. Why?”
“It struck me as odd that they’d all thought enough about her to find it worth while—although not one of them knows her in the least intimately.”
“As I said at the time, Miles, she has personality. I suppose I have personality myself. It’s an indefinable sort of thing.”
We left it at that.