"No, I don't."
"You know I am," she said, and presented herself with a small tea cake. Into it she bit once; then raised her eyes, watching her sister manipulating the alcohol lamp.
"Do you suppose," she said, "that we'll ever have the slightest personal interest in these Rivett people?"
"Probably not," said her sister. "What of it? I wonder whether that colonel is likely to figure as a guest."
Diana shrugged again. "Figure! He seems to be all figure. I thought him rather odious."
"Did you? He seemed anxious to be agreeable. Who is he, cousin Jim?"
"I don't know.... Perhaps I may have heard of him—a militia colonel of some kind, I don't remember. He's probably a decent sort; I rather like him."
"I wonder," said Diana reflectively, "whether you are anything of a snob?"
Edgerton reddened, then sat still looking at her.
"I was going to resent that," he said after a moment, "but I can't; because what you just said set me thinking."