"You sing," said Green with confidence.
She smiled. "Who told you so?"
His brows worked humorously. "It's one of the things I know without being told. Would you be afraid to venture yourself in that rough crowd with only me to take care of you?"
"Not in the least," said Juliet.
"Thank you," he said. "You would certainly have no need to be. You would have an immense reception."
"I am quite sure my husband would never allow it," said Mrs. Fielding with a frown. "These High Shale people are so hopelessly disreputable—such a drunken, lawless lot."
"But not beyond redemption," said Green quickly, "if anyone takes the trouble."
She shrugged her shoulders. "There are not many people who have time to waste over them. In any case, the responsibility lies at Lord Wilchester's door—not ours."
"And as Lord Wilchester happens to be a rotter, they must go to the wall," remarked Green.
"Well, it is no business of ours," maintained Mrs. Fielding. "I always leave that sort of thing to the busybodies who enjoy it."