The ladies glanced at each other and smiled.
“Yes,—we have heard of her,” said one. “But I hope she will not make you a Suffragette! Life has much better fortune in store for you than that!”
“You think so?”—and Diana shrugged her graceful shoulders indifferently—“Anyway, I am not interested in political matters at all. They are always small and quarrelsome,—like the buzzing of midges on a warm day!”
One of her companions now took out her card-case.
“Do come and see me in town!” she said kindly—“I should be very glad if you would. I live a very quiet hum-drum life and seldom see any young people.”
Diana smiled as she accepted the card.
“Thank you so much!” she murmured,—seeing at a glance the name and address “Lady Elswood, Chester Square,” and thinking how easy it was for youth and beauty to find friends—“I will certainly come.”
“And don’t forget me!” said the other lady—“I live just round the corner,—only a few steps from Lady Elswood’s house, so you can come and see me also.”
Diana expressed her acknowledgment by a look, reading on the second card now proffered: “Mrs. Gervase,” and the address indicated.
“I will!” she said, and yet in her own mind she felt that these two good-natured women were the merest shadows to her consciousness, and that she had not the remotest idea of going to visit them at any time.