“I don’t expect we’d see much of your society. Our object now is to better ourselves. You see, father is enormously rich, and he wants us to do great things. He wants us to be raised in the social scale. He told me only this morning that he was most anxious to cultivate your step-sister, Miss Aldworth, and I’ll tell you why, Miss Aldworth is such a very great friend of Miss Angela St. Just.”
“Now,” said Ethel, “I’d like to ask you a question. What do you see in that girl?”
“What do we see in her?” exclaimed Clara, who thought it time to take her turn in the conversation, “why, just everything.”
“Well, I’d like you to explain.”
“Hasn’t she got the most beautiful face, the most wonderful manners? She is so graceful, so gracious, and then she has such good style. There is nothing in all the world that we wouldn’t any of us do for Miss St. Just.”
“And yet you have never spoken to her?”
“Father means that we shall, and he wants you to help us.”
Molly was silent. She felt intensely cross and discontented.
“I don’t know her myself,” said Molly.
“But your precious Marcia does, and we are greatly hoping to get an introduction through her.”