"If I sit here I shall eat all there is on the table, and I have driven that girl away," she said; "she looks rather nice, Agnes. What is she going to do?"
"I was just talking things over with her," said Mrs. Brenton, "though I suppose really this is a matter for Mr. Haverford to settle. But she interests me, and I feel so sorry for her. She will not go back to his mother, that is very sure. I think she will try and get a place as nursery governess or something of that sort. She seems devoted to children."
"Perhaps she would do for me," said Camilla in her impulsive way.
Mrs. Brenton only smiled.
"We must go into matters a little bit more," she said, "before we can come to any conclusion."
"Well, you are going to bring her to lunch, aren't you?"
At this moment a maid came in and handed a telegram to Mrs. Brenton.
It was from Rupert Haverford, announcing that he would be with her directly, as in the afternoon he was unfortunately engaged.
Camilla picked up her hat and gloves in a great hurry.
"Oh, let me get away!" she said. "I don't think I will bother to have a cab, it is such a short distance, and I can walk that far. Don't forget lunch, one-thirty."