“Why, he seemed rather youngish,” said Lily, blushing again, “but I couldn’t tell very well.”
“When did you see him?”
“Why, I didn’t exactly see him. I heard mamma talking about it last night, and then this morning I just happened to see a carriage drive past—in my mirror, while I was doing my hair, so of course, I couldn’t be sure—but, anyhow, someone was sitting in it leaning back, with a stick—but it seemed to be fairly young—though I couldn’t tell,” Lily explained confusedly. It seemed to her to be a little indelicate perhaps to look at a fairly young man in a mirror, while you were doing your hair.
“Um,” said Jane. “Well, I suppose it’s too late to go and investigate now. But I think I’ll go to-morrow.”
“Oh, Jane! You couldn’t do that!” said Lily, in a shocked tone.
“Why not? How else’ll I find out.”
“Why, I don’t know.”
“Very well then. Somebody’s got to know something about strangers when they come here.”
“Yes—that’s true,” said Lily.
“Of course,” said Jane. “It’s what you call civic interest.”