The hostess glanced towards the little spindle-legged writing-table, where, on top of a heap of notes, lay the blue oblong of a cheque-book.
'We consider it part of every day's business to answer questions,' said Miss Claxton.
'I suppose I can make some little contribution without—without its committing me to anything?'
'Committing you——'
'Yes; it wouldn't get into the papers,' she said, a little shamefaced, 'or—or anything like that.'
'It wouldn't get into the papers unless you put it in.'
The lady blinked. There was a little pause. She was not easy to talk to—this young woman. Nor was she the ideal collector of contributions.
'That was a remarkable meeting you had in Hyde Park last Sunday.'
'Remarkable? Oh, no, they're all pretty much alike.'
'Do they all end like that?'