'They turn me cold. Ugh! I wonder if she's signed the visitor's book.' Lady John rose with harassed look. 'Such foolishness John's new plan of keeping it in the lobby. It's twice as likely to be forgotten.'
'For all her Shelter schemes, she's a hard woman,' said Aunt Lydia.
'Miss Levering is!' exclaimed Jean.
'Oh, of course you won't think so. She has angled very adroitly for your sympathy.'
'She doesn't look——' protested the girl.
Lady John, glancing at her niece, seemed in some intangible way to take alarm.
'I'm not sure but what she does. Her mouth—always like this—as if she were holding back something by main force.'
'Well, so she is,' slipped out from between Aunt Lydia's thin lips as Lady John disappeared into the lobby.
'Why haven't I seen Miss Levering before this summer?' Jean asked.
'Oh, she's lived abroad.' The lady was debating with herself. 'You don't know about her, I suppose?'