“By the way, Dumps, Comtesse Riki has taken a most violent fancy to you.”
“What! to me?” I asked.
“Yes; and the Baroness Elfreda to Hermione.”
Now, Comtesse Riki was a very delicately made, exquisitely pretty girl, of the fairest German type. Elfreda, on the contrary, was short and exceedingly fat, with a perfectly square face, high cheek-bones, and a quantity of hay-coloured hair which she wore in two very tight plaits strained back from her face.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
“They’re both awfully nice; don’t you think so?” said Rosalind.
“I have scarcely given them a thought,” I answered.
My mind was still dwelling on the letter which Augusta had received. Presently Rosalind left us, and Hermione and I wondered what the result would be.
“Go to her door and knock, and see if she will come out and tell us; won’t you, Dumps?” said Hermione.
I did go and knock.