“Is the girl really a governess?” she added. “She is very well dressed.”
“I don’t know where she got her dress, but she is really a governess.”
“She seems very bold.”
“So she does.”
Poor Florence! She was far from deserving their unkindly remarks.
“I suppose she is trying to ensnare young de Brabazon,” said Emily, spitefully. “People of her class are very artful. Don’t you think it would be well to call Mrs. Leighton’s attention? Percy de Brabazon is her nephew, you know.”
“True. The suggestion is a good one, Emily.”
Mrs. Carter was quite as desirous as her daughter of bringing about an alliance with Percy, and she readily agreed to second her plans.
She looked about for Mrs. Leighton, and took a seat at her side.
“Your nephew seems quite attentive to your governess,” she commenced.