"Mrs. Atherton?" she said inquiringly, pausing before the trio in the drawing-room.
Two of the ladies looked toward the third, with whom Evelyn shook hands.
"Miss Morris and Mrs. Wingate," murmured the lady identified as Mrs. Atherton. They all sat down.
"It's so very nice to know that you are at home again," said Mrs. Atherton, "although I've not had the pleasure of meeting you before. I knew your mother very well, many years ago, but I have been away for a long time and have only recently come back to Clarkson.
"It is very pleasant to be at home again," Evelyn responded.
Mrs. Atherton smiled nervously and looked pointedly at her companions, evidently expecting them to participate in the conversation. The younger woman, who had been presented as Miss Morris, sat rigid in a gilt reception chair. She was of severe aspect and glared at Mrs. Atherton, who threw herself again into the breach.
"I hope you do not dislike the West?" Mrs. Atherton inquired of Evelyn.
"No, indeed! On the other hand I am very proud of it. You know I am a native here, and very loyal."
Miss Morris seized this as if it had been her cue, and declared in severe tones: