“Mr. Haviland?” said she.
“Yes—I came to see you because——”
“Because you had nothing better to do,” said she, tersely.
“If you will,” said John, smiling. “Though it is not kind.”
“The world is not kind,” said the beauty, with a frown, looking off again.
“For the world you are not responsible,” said Haviland gravely. “Tell me, do you know Miss Holyoke?”
“Miss Holyoke? What Miss Holyoke?”
“Mrs. Richard Livingstone’s niece.”
“No,” said Kitty Farnum, curtly. “I don’t know Mrs. Livingstone.”
“But I thought you might have met Miss Holyoke. Do you not belong to the Combined Charities?”