"The little waitress?"
"Eve——" warningly.
"Well, then, the little school-teacher."
"Since when did you become a snob, Eve?"
"Don't be so sharp about it, Dicky. I'm not a snob. But you must admit that it was rather surprising to find her here, when the last time I saw her she was passing things at the Bower's table."
"She is a granddaughter of Cynthia Warfield."
"Who's Cynthia? I never heard of her."
"You have seen her portrait in our library."
"Which portrait?"
He led the way and showed it to her. Eve, looking at it thoughtfully, remarked, "Why should a girl like that lower herself by serving——?"