"I am afraid so."
Into a misty and deserted parlor of the Inn Mrs. Price pulled the girl and there let fire.
"Afraid! You ought to be! What will your father say?"
The father here projected was a gentleman who resided abroad and who seldom opened his mouth except to put something in it.
"And Fred!"
Fred was Fanny's brother, a young chap whose opinions were of no value to anyone, himself included.
"And everybody!"
Everybody was the upper current of social life.
"And Sylvia!"
The earlier shots had not inflicted any visible damage, but this must have told.