“Goodmorning I am the Countess, perhaps you dont recollect me” said she, without smiling or letting the stiff look off her face. Selia who had been about to give a grin stopped herself just in time and continued to [93] ]have the bored look, which she now knew was the thing when meeting a pal.
“Indeed yes” she said very slow as tho’ too tired, yet in her heart determined to push forward now or never, “you were so kind to us.”
“Oh dont pray mention it” the smart lady replyed with a well-trained smile, “only too pleased and if you would care to come and have tea with me to-morrow I shall be very delited. I dont think my husband will mind.”
“Certainly we will and thank you” said Mr. Withersq, as though he had not heard that last bit.
“Is that your dog?” inquired Selia, wishing to chat on for she liked to be beheld chatting in the Park, more so with a Countess.
“Yes, that is Lipstick my poodle” the beauty said yawning, but it wasn’t realy a poodle, rather more like a white dashund with rough hare and very polished eyes.
“How sweet he is” lisped Selia.
[94] “Is not he?” replyed their new friend “and how charming your new car is!”
“Yes” said Selia “it is not so bad,” and her heart gave a secret bound with pride, “well we must toddle now. Gooby.”
“Gooby” replyed the Countess and pulled a thing and so moved away, leaving them very pleased with how they were getting on.