Sir Isaac appeared surprised. He had assumed the incident was closed. “How?” he asked compactly.
“I don’t agree,” said Lady Harman. “She seems friendly and jolly.”
“She’s a Holy Terror,” said Sir Isaac. “I’ve seen her twice, Lady Harman.”
“A call of that kind,” his wife went on, “—when there are cards left and so on—has to be returned.”
“You won’t,” said Sir Isaac.
Lady Harman took a blind-tassel in her hand,—she felt she had to hold on to something. “In any case,” she said, “I should have to do that.”
“In any case?”
She nodded. “It would be ridiculous not to. We——It is why we know so few people—because we don’t return calls....”
Sir Isaac paused before answering. “We don’t want to know a lot of people,” he said. “And, besides——Why! anybody could make us go running about all over London calling on them, by just coming and calling on us. No sense in it. She’s come and she’s gone, and there’s an end of it.”
“No,” said Lady Harman, gripping her tassel more firmly. “I shall have to return that call.”