"You don't tell me!" She was impressed to the verge of awe. "Why, that makes you sister-in-law to Mrs. Quentin Van Ostade's son!"
"He is dead."
"Dead!" Her face paid the late Mr. Van Ostade the fleeting tribute of a shadow. "What a pity! But I presume his mother still sees something of his widow?"
"Oh, yes."
"And comes here sometimes?"
"Frequently."
Mrs. Fanshaw resurveyed her surroundings as if they had taken on historic interest.
"You've seen her?"
"Yes."
"I mean, really met her—been introduced?"