“Mrs. Carruthers hated all her relations,” I said demurely.
“Myself among them?”
“Yes,” I said slowly, and bent forward, so that the lamplight should fall upon my hair. “She said you were too much like herself in character for you ever to be friends.”
“Is that a compliment?” he asked, and there was a twinkle in his eye.
“We must speak no ill of the dead,” I said, evasively.
He looked slightly annoyed, as much as these diplomats ever let themselves look anything.
“You are right,” he said. “Let her rest in peace.”
There was silence for a moment.
“What are you going to do with your life now?” he asked, presently. It was a bald question.
“I shall become an adventuress,” I answered deliberately.