“I hope you have heard from Eddy,” Mrs. Rowland said.
“Oh, yes, I have heard from him. He has got back all right,” said Rosamond.
And then there was a silence, broken only by Evelyn’s recommendation of the pudding, which was one of Mrs. Wright’s best.
“Is your brother—very lonely, with nobody at home?” at length she said again.
“Eddy is never lonely, he has such heaps of friends; when one set is not in town, he falls back on another. When there’s no opera, there’s a music-hall—that sort of thing,” said Rosamond.
“I am afraid that means he is not very particular.”
“Not particular at all, so long as he is amused.”
“But that, unfortunately, my dear, is not the best rule in life.”
“Oh, I never thought it was a rule at all,” said Rosamond. “If it were, Eddy would detest it, you may be sure. He likes to do—what no one else does, or what he has never done before.”
“Did you know this Mr. Johnson—or some such name—Rosamond, whom he brought here?”