"And I'm immensely rich, of course; and I'm an American. Give me London to play with."
"But, my dear Chloe——"
"Yes. Now do. You can give it me. I know that. Our papers are full of your triumphs. You are the pet of society."
"Nonsense, Chloe!"
"But you are; you go everywhere."
"Yes; that is why I am so tired—that is why——"
"Let me go with you. Oh, Daisy, if you only knew how I long to get into London society!"
"Oh, Chloe, if you only knew how I long to get out of it!"
Mrs. Van Adam looked quite petrified by this exclamation. She drew her black brows together, screwed up her eyes, and scrutinised Mrs. Verulam with a merciless curiosity, such as a child displays before a strange and ineffable monster. Her scrutiny was silent, exhaustive, and apparently conclusive, since she closed it with the remark: