“We’re rather late,” said the lady, “but this is in an out-of-the-way neighborhood, is it not?”
“Oh, do you think so?” said Herbert. “I always considered Battersea Park very central.”
Mrs. Hargreaves raised her eyebrows.
“It’s having to get across the river that makes the journey so very tedious. I should die if I had to live across the river.”
“There’s something in what you say,” said Herbert, anxious to agree with everybody. “I must apologize for dragging you all this way. Of course, you people in Mayfair——Won’t you sit down?”
Mr. Hargreaves became a victim of mistaken identity, shaking hands with Mrs. Atkinson Brown.
“Mrs. Heywood, I presume. I must introduce myself.”
Mrs. Hargreaves also greeted the other lady, under the same impression.
“Oh, how do you do? So delighted to make your acquaintance.”
Mrs. Atkinson Brown was much amused, and laughed gaily.