“I don’t mean socially. And still, as far as that goes, she seems to care nothing whatever for position or social duties or obligations.”
“That’s not so unusual in these days,” he remarked. “Lots of nice girls are fed up on the social aspects of life.”
“Well, for example, she has not made the slightest effort to know anybody worth knowing. Janet Speedwell left cards and then asked her to dinner, and received an amiable regret for her pains. No girl can afford to decline invitations from Janet, even if her excuse is a club meeting.
“And two or three other women at the Red Cross have asked her to lunch at the Colony Club, and have made advances to her on Leila Vance’s account, but she hasn’t responded. Now, you know a girl isn’t going to get on by politely ignoring the advances of such women. But she doesn’t even appear to be aware of their importance.”
“Why don’t you ask her to something?” suggested her husband.
“I did,” she said, a little sharply. “I asked her and Leila Vance to dine with us. I intended to ask Elorn, too, and let Jim realise the difference if he isn’t already too blind to see.”
“Did she decline?”
“She did,” said Helen curtly.
“Why?”