“For the house!” cried Julia. “Have you taken it?”
“I’ve not taken it; I shouldn’t think of doing so until I have consulted your mother. It is a good offer, and I have a week to think it over in. The question is, Do we really want to leave the Park?”
“Yes,” said Julia.
“What do you say, Queenie?”
“I do not know.”
“But, mother, you find it such a fag and such a drag getting to and fro to your committees.”
For a moment Regina did not speak; she put her fish knife and fork down upon her plate.
“I don’t know that we need consider my committees,” she said quietly. “I am thinking of giving them all up.”
“Your committees!” cried Julia in a tone that was almost frightened.