Folding her arms upon the table she sank despairingly forward and burst into tears.
“Poor Mrs. Bromley!” she sobbed.
“In the name of Fortune....” The pale young woman wondered.
“What has Serephine said? What has Mrs. Sixsmith done?”
“Monstrous tease!”
The stout man wagged a finger.
“Wicked!” he commented.
The lady addressed kindled.
“I merely advised her to go Underground. By tube.”
“Oh God,” Miss Sinquier shook.