"We shall live quite simply," said Marcella, quickly.
"What, no carriage?"
Marcella hesitated.
"A carriage saves time. And if one goes about much, it does not cost so much more than cabs."
"So you mean to go about much? Lady Winterbourne talks to me of presenting you in May."
"That's Miss Raeburn," cried Marcella. "She says I must, and all the family would be scandalised if I didn't go. But you can't imagine—"
She stopped and took off her hat, pushing the hair back from her forehead. A look of worry and excitement had replaced the radiant glow of her first resting moments.
"That you like it?" said Mrs. Boyce, bluntly. "Well, I don't know. Most young women like pretty gowns, and great functions, and prominent positions. I don't call you an ascetic, Marcella."
Marcella winced.
"One has to fit oneself to circumstances," she said proudly. "One may hate the circumstances, but one can't escape them."