Mona sighed. "We won't go into that, dear. I have committed myself. Besides, my cousin likes me; she was very unwilling to part with me, even for a week."
"Selfish brute!" said Lucy inconsistently. "Is there any society?"
"No; but if there were, it would consider itself a cut above me."
"Any men?"
There was a momentary pause. "My dear, do I ever know anything about the men in a place?"
"I was hoping you had started a few of your Platonic friendships. They would at least save you from moping to death."
"Moping to death!" said Mona, springing to her feet "My dear child, I never was farther from that in my life. I botanise, and once in a way I meet some of the greatest living scientists. I do the best sketches I ever did in my life, and I have developed a greater talent for millinery than you can even conceive!"
CHAPTER XXV.
A VOICE IN THE FOG.
A dense fog hung over the city.