The colour came into Marcia’s cheeks.
“We can talk of that in the train,” she said. “Good-bye, Miss Carter. Shall I call Nesta to you?”
“No, thank you, I must be going now. I am so glad to have seen you. Miss St. Just. It is a very great honour to make your acquaintance. I trust some day you will be induced to come to see us in our home. We should be so glad to get your opinion with regard to further improvements which we are anxious to make. You will come, won’t you, come day? It would be such a very great pleasure.”
Angela gave a dubious promise, and the next minute the girls were hurrying down the street.
“What a detestable creature!” said Marcia.
“Oh, no, she belongs to a type,” said Angela. “But I don’t want to think of the awful things they have done at Court Prospect. They think they have improved my garden—my dear, dear garden.”