“It reminded the girls. And that circular that seems to threaten them if they don’t give up their lodgings and come in. And the way the front is got up to look just exactly like one of the refreshment-room branches—it makes them feel it will be un-homelike, and that there will be a kind of repetition in the evening of all the discipline and regulations they have to put up with during the day.”
“Have to put up with!” murmured Sir Isaac.
“I wish that had been thought of sooner. If we had made the places look a little more ordinary and called them Osborne House or something a little old-fashioned like that, something with a touch of the Old Queen about it and all that kind of thing.”
“We can’t go to the expense of taking down all those big gilt letters just to please the fancies of Miss Babs Wheeler.”
“It’s too late now to do that, perhaps. But we could do something, I think, to remove the suspicions ... I want, Isaac——I think——” She pulled herself together to announce her determination. “I think if I were to go to the girls and meet a delegation of them, and just talk to them plainly about what we mean by this hostel.”
“You can’t go making speeches.”
“It would just be talking to them.”
“It’s such a Come Down,” said Sir Isaac, after a momentary contemplation of the possibility.
For some time they talked without getting very far from these positions they had assumed. At last Sir Isaac shifted back upon his expert. “Can’t we talk about it to Mrs. Pembrose? She knows more about this sort of business than we do.”
“I’m not going to talk to Mrs. Pembrose,” said Lady Harman, after a little interval. Some unusual quality in her quiet voice made Sir Isaac lift his eyes to her face for a moment.