"I did not come here to economise," said Grace, with a grand air, as they took the rooms in Brook Street.
For the first few days Grace was content, and more than content. She did not care about being seen till she was what she called properly dressed, and she certainly knew what she wanted, and got it, as people usually do when they have the command of money.
Then came the grand question of society, and poor Lady Lyons was completely at a standstill.
"Surely you know a few people, Lady Lyons; some one to make a beginning?"
Lady Lyons reflected.
"I have been out of it so long," she murmured; "yes, there is a very kind friend; I wonder if she is in London?"
"Let us find out," said Grace, ringing for the book, and turning over the leaves rapidly. "What is her name?"
"I—I think it begins with a P," said Lady Lyons; "but, dear me, it is so stupid of me. I cannot remember her name at this moment."
"Your kind friend and you have evidently not been corresponding lately," said Grace, laughing.
"My dear Miss Rivers!"