Alice, however, had not found any sweetness in Connie. Was it because Mr. Herbert Pryce seemed to take a mysterious pleasure in pointing out her, charms to Alice? Alice supposed he meant it well. There was a didactic element in him which was always leading him to try and improve other people. But it filled her with a silent fury.
“Is everybody coming to the picnic to-morrow?” asked Mrs. Hooper presently.
“Everybody.” Alice pointed indifferently to a pile of notes lying on her desk.
“You asked Connie if we should invite Mr. Falloden?”
“Of course I did, mother. He is away till next week.”
“I wonder if she cares for him?” said Mrs. Hooper vaguely.
Alice laughed.
“If she does, she consoles herself pretty well, when he’s not here.”
“You mean with Mr. Sorell?”
Alice nodded.