The white-gloved finger came slowly to rest on the last of the three. “That’s me.”
Mame took the card in her hand. She gazed at it with a slightly incredulous eye.
“Say, listen, honey!” In the thrill of the moment she quite forgot the rôle she was so determined to play: “Say, listen, honey, are you one of this bunch of hicks?”
Lady Violet’s laugh paid honest tribute to this priceless Miss Du Rance. She was unique. But the new friend was not set up with herself or her own belongings.
“A long and stupid family.” Impossible not to like the frankness. “But our mother’s rather a duck.”
“I’ll say so.”
“You’ll like her when you meet her.”
Mame’s eyes glowed hopefully.
“But I fear it won’t be to-day. She’s having to sit up and purr, poor thing, among all the brass hats. Nothing below the rank of an ambassador’ll be able to get near her for the next two hours.”
“I’ll just love some time to meet the Marchioness.” Mame spoke slowly and carefully, after the manner of Mr. Falkland Vavasour. With his help she was able this time to bring the Lady C. de V. into action. “Perhaps you won’t mind giving me your private address and your telephone number.”