'It certainly is one aspect of you——'
'Don't you think his Velasquez-like use of black and white——'
'The tiny Tunbridges, as I was saying,' she went on imperturbably, 'were having a teafight when I got there. I say "fight" advisedly.'
'Then I'll warrant,' said their uncle, 'that Sara was the aggressor.'
'She was.'
'You saw Mrs. Freddy?' asked Lady John, with an interest half amused, half cynical, in her eyes.
'For a moment.'
'She doesn't confess it, I suppose,' the hostess went on, 'but I imagine she is rather perturbed;' and Lady John glanced at Borrodaile with her good-humoured, worldly-wise smile.
'Poor Mrs. Freddy!' said Vida. 'You see, she's taken it all quite seriously—this Suffrage nonsense.'
'Yes;' Mrs. Freddy's brother-in-law had met Lady John's look with the same significant smile as that lady's own—'Yes, she's naturally feeling rather crestfallen—perhaps she'll see now!'