“Oh yes, she thought it right to see a good deal of me. You see, she was educating me. She thought me so grossly ignorant. Of course I am.”
“I am going to educate you too,” returned Felicity, in a tone of slight pique, “in my way, which, I dare say, is rather a different one from Camilla’s. I assure you I have plenty of work cut out for you.”
“Oh, I am glad,” replied Miss Ransome, fervently, and bringing her hands together with a pretty childish gesture of elation, and inwardly congratulating herself upon the trend of the conversation away from a topic which she could not feel to be a safe one. But in this she rejoiced too soon, for after this slight diversion Lady Bletchley returned to the original theme.
“You got on perfectly with both?”
“Oh, perfectly.”
“You must be very adaptable. But I know that you are that.”
“It is very good of you to think me so. When shall I begin my work?”
“No rubs at all?”
“No-o, none.”
“Not even when you said indecent things?”