Mrs. Brookenham now had plenty of that. “Do you mean if she can see him in his own house?”
“No cream, please,” her husband said. “Hasn’t she a house too?”
“Yes, but so pervaded all over by Aggie and Miss Merriman.”
“Oh!” Brookenham commented.
“There has always been some man—I’ve always known there has. And now it’s Petherton,” said his companion.
“But where’s the attraction?”
“In HIM? Why lots of women could tell you. Petherton has had a career.”
“But I mean in old Jane.”
“Well, I dare say lots of men could tell you. She’s no older than any one else. She has also such great elements.”
“Oh I dare say she’s all right,” Brookenham returned as if his interest in the case had dropped. You might have felt you got a little nearer to him on guessing that in so peopled a circle satiety was never far from him.