“Can I speak to you alone?” she addressed Annette.
Miss Fellingham rose.
Mrs. Cavely confronted her. “I can’t allow it; I can’t think of it. I’m only taking a little liberty with one I may call my future sister-in-law.”
“Shall I come out with you?” said Annette, in sheer lassitude assisting Mary Fellingham in her scheme to show the distastefulness of this lady and her brother.
“Not if you don’t wish to.”
“I have no objection.”
“Another time will do.”
“Will you write?”
“By post indeed!”
Mrs. Cavely delivered a laugh supposed to, be peculiar to the English stage.