"Take me with you, Daisy—oh, do—do take me with you!"
"Where?"
"To Lady Emily Crane's, to Mr. Pettingham's, to Lady Clondart's, Mrs. Vigors', Sir Algernon Smith's, and—oh, Daisy!—to have the honour to meet the—you know, I can't say it. Let me see the panthers, and the Holy Land, and the Prince and Princess."
"They are not in the least good-looking."
"The panthers, Daisy?"
"No; the royalties. Those I mean—they are foreign and plain."
"That doesn't matter. It is so unnecessary for them to take the trouble to be handsome; for us it's quite—quite different."
Mrs. Verulam smiled; but the smile flitted, and the bored expression returned.
"If I did take you, Chloe, you would find it all terribly dull, especially Mr. Pettingham's."