'It is different abroad.'
'You ought not to have humoured her. However, as you see no more of her now, no harm has been done by your falling in with her fancy. The Tramplaras are the last persons in the world to feed her vanity, and so by this time, it is to be hoped, she has learned to stand on the same level as those she is called to associate with.'
'Do you not think it must be intolerable for one so refined and sensitive?'
'Oh, there, there!' interrupted Cicely, again laughing. 'We have had enough of Mirelle; let us banish her from our conversation. The very thought of her gives me a shiver.'
'Cicely, tell me, has old Tramplara been pretty frequently to West Wyke of late?'
'He has been to see my father now and then.'
'Do you know that he has put down your father on his list as one of the directors of Ophir? His name is not yet printed, but Tramplara is counting on him.'
'Why should he require my father's name?'
'To give respectability to the concern.'
'I hope my father will not consent.'