Lady Mary pressed his arm. "Miles, dear, do you think it's quite wise to be seen about so much with little Miss Morton ... wise for her I mean?"
"I hope I'm not the sort of chap it's bad to be seen about with...."
"Of course not, dear Miles, but, you see, her position...."
"What's the matter with her position?"
"Of course I know it's most creditable of her and all that ... but ... when a girl has to go out as a sort of nursery governess, it is different, isn't it, dear? I mean...."
"Yes, Aunt Mary, I'm awfully interested—different from what?"
"From girls who lead the sheltered life, girls who don't work ... girls of our own class."
"I don't know," Miles said thoughtfully, "that I should say Pen, for instance, lives exactly a sheltered life, should you?"
"Yes, but before she was married ... eh, Aunt Mary? Be truthful, now."