“What did you say?”
“Now you are offended.”
“I am very fond of dark blue serge,” said Sylvia, “very, and it is so becoming.”
“What has that to do with what I said at dinner?”
“How can I tell what you said at dinner? Did you know I have a sister, Mr. George? She lives in Eaton Square and is very respectable, which means she does not work for her living, and is never in an omnibus after four. I seldom visit her; the Square and her surroundings satisfy her.”
“And you told me this?” asked Mr. George.
“To interest you.”
“I see, I understand,” he answered.
“We need not decide yet what we shall do,” said Lady Blake.