"Who, for instance, are the fluffy ones?"
"Aunt Francesca for one and Isabel for another."
"How long is the kid going to stay?"
"Until she gets ready to go home, I suppose."
"I thought she had no home."
"She hasn't. Poor Isabel is a martyr to the Cause of Woman."
"How so?"
"Her mother is Emancipated, with a large E, and has no time for trifles like a daughter. She devotes herself to what she calls the Higher World Service."
"So Isabel is stranded, on a desert island."
"Yes, except for us."