“When isn’t it?”
“Do I know her?”
“Slightly.”
“Well?”
“Miss Schley.”
“Really?”
Lady Holme’s voice sounded perfectly indifferent and just faintly surprised. There was no hint of irritation in it.
“And what are they saying about Miss Schley?” she added, sipping her tea and glancing about the crowded room.
“Oh, many things, and among the many one that’s more untrue than all the rest put together.”
“What’s that?”