“I mean she doesn’t go in for marathon races or Channel swimming or anything of that kind?”
“Amory? No,” said Dorothy, puzzled.
“And you’re sure of her age?” the old lady persisted.
“Well—she may only be thirty-one.”
“I don’t mean is she younger. Is she older than that?”
“No—I know by my own age.”
“H’m!” said Lady Tasker; and again her needle danced....
Dorothy was explaining to Katie that Mollie was fair, about her own colour, but of course the hair never came out right in a photograph, when Lady Tasker suddenly began a further series of questions.
“Dorothy——”