‘I was not thinking of Mr. Rodman. I mean that her friends are not the same as ours.’
Mutimer forgot for a moment his preoccupation in thought of Alice.
‘Was there anything wrong with the people you met there?’
She was silent.
‘Just tell me what you think. I want to know. What did you object to?’
‘I don’t think they were the best kind of people.’
‘The best kind? I suppose they are what you call ladies and gentlemen?’
‘You must have felt that they were not quite the same as the Westlakes, for instance.’
‘The Westlakes!’
He named them sneeringly, to Adela’s astonishment. And he added as he walked towards the door: