“I am dying to renew my acquaintance with London, Mrs. White,” she remarked.
“You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed.
Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly lifted eyebrows.
“Why not? They tell me that London is impossible till after ten, and I want my first impressions to be favourable.”
“There will be some coffee and music in the drawing-room in a few minutes,” Mrs. White said.
“Thanks, I’m not very fond of coffee,” Anna answered, “and I hate music. Good night.”
Mrs. White gasped, and then stiffened. Miss Ellicot, who sang ballads, and liked Brendon to turn over the pages for her, tossed her head. Anna passed serenely out.