“My father has no friends,” she replied. “He has many acquaintances. I doubt whether he has a single confidant. I expect Cynthia is trying to persuade him to invite her to his next party at The Walled House.”
“I should think she would fail, won't she?” he asked.
“Why should you think that?”
Francis shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“Your father's entertainments have the reputation of being somewhat unique,” he remarked. “You do not, by-the-bye, attend them yourself.”
“You must remember that I have had very few opportunities so far,” she observed. “Besides, Cynthia has tastes which I do not share.”
“As, for instance?”
“She goes to the National Sporting Club. She once travelled, I know, over a hundred miles to go to a bull fight.”
“On the whole,” Francis said, “I am glad that you do not share her tastes.”
“You know her?” Margaret enquired.