"Well, I'm not curious," said Ashe, "except as to one person."
"Who?"
"Lady Kitty Bristol."
Mary Lyster smiled.
"Yes, poor child, I heard from the Grosville girls that she was to be here."
"Why 'poor child'?"
"I don't know. Quite the wrong expression, I admit. It should be 'poor hostess.'"
"Oh!—the Grosvilles complain?"
"No. They're only on tenter-hooks. They never know what she will do next."
"How good for the Grosvilles!"