Marie-Louise turned and took a good look at this girl who made so much out of nothing. Then she said, "Therese will show you. And you can dress at once for dinner. I am not going down."
"Please do. I shall hate going alone."
"Why?"
"Well, there's your father, you know, and your—mother. And I'm a country mouse."
Their eyes met. Marie-Louise had a sudden feeling that there was no gulf between them of years or of authority.
"What shall I call you?" she asked. "I won't say Miss Warfield."
"Geoffrey Fox calls me Mistress Anne."
"He writes books, and he is going blind. He wrote 'Three Souls.'"
Marie-Louise stared. "Oh, do you know him? I loved his book."