"Yes, isn't it?"
A moment's thoughtful silence was consecrated to the consideration of Miss Vivian's humanity, and then Miss Plumtree was escorted upstairs to take off her hat.
"Really, that girl looks a different creature!" Mrs. Potter exclaimed.
"Doesn't she? She ought to be most awfully grateful to Miss Vivian. You know Miss Vivian arranged the whole thing? With all she's got to think of, too! But that's Miss Vivian all over. Never lets slip a chance of doing a kindness. I've seen her go out of her way...."
But Miss Delmege's anecdote was not fated to meet with attention.
Mrs. Bullivant walked into the sitting-room looking awestruck.
"Girls, who do you think is coming to sleep here tomorrow night?"
"There isn't room for any one else, is there?" mildly inquired Mrs. Potter, who slept in a bedroom which contained four beds.
"We shall have to manage somehow. I've just had a note—Miss Vivian is coming here."
"She isn't!"