“No.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. The Speedwells’ party is likely to be such a jolly affair, and I hear there’s lots of snow up there.”
“I haven’t met Mrs. Vance,” said her son. “Is she nice?”
“Leila Vance? Why, of course.”
“Who is she?”
“She married an embassy attaché, Captain Vance. He was in the old army––killed at Mons four years ago.”
“She and Palla are intimate?”
“I believe they are good friends,” remarked his mother, deciding not to attempt to turn the current of conversation for the moment.
“Mother?”