For a reason Mame could not have explained her heart gave a little jump. “That’s bully,” she murmured. And then she went on, less perhaps from a desire for information than to divert attention from her own enthusiasm. “Then you, I s’pose, are Lady Violet’s cousin?”
“One of many,” said the girl. “Violet has any amount of cousins. Simply heaps and heaps of relations.”
“Plenty of influence?” The true meaning of that mystic word was now being revealed to Mame.
“Yes, in a way, one would say she had. But she’s got any amount of brains, as well, you know.”
Mame was quite sure that Lady Violet had.
“Everybody thinks her so clever.”
“Earns a big income, I guess.”
“I believe so. And perfectly wonderful how she gets about. Goes everywhere. Knows everybody.”
“Pulls the big stuff.”
“I beg your pardon.” A simple sort of tulip, this girl.