They were drinking tea, with the lemon left out.
"My dear," said Mrs. Rowe-Martin, "I quite agree with you. Leslie should be thinking of it."
"It means so much to me, Harriet, his getting the right sort of girl. I feel confident that he is interested—very deeply interested in Miss Castleton."
"I am so glad you like her."
"She is a dear."
"My sister has met her in London, and at one or two of the country places. I was inquiring only yesterday. When I mentioned that she is related to Lord Murgatroyd, Frances remembered her quite well. She sees a lot of them, you know, during the season," explained Mrs. Rowe-Martin affably.
Mrs. Wrandall concealed her curiosity. In the most casual way she remarked:
"I must ask Miss Castleton if she remembers Mrs. Roodleigh."
"Oh, I fancy she won't recall her," her friend made haste to say. "Young girls are not likely to remember elderly persons whom they meet—Oh, you might say in passing, for that's what it really is, you know."
"Still, if Frances knows the Murgatroyds so intimately it isn't likely—"