“And what did her people think!”
“Her family adored her: they were nice people, very ordinary——”
There was a knock at the door and Henry appeared, red-checked and smelling of the cold street. Janet rose from her stool to shake hands with him: his entrance was an unpleasant interruption; she thought that his mother too must feel something of the sort, although he was the one thing in the world she loved most.
“How was your play, Harry?”
“Oh, simply wonderful.”
“Was the house pretty full?”
“Not very, though people were fairly enthusiastic; but there was a fool of a girl sitting in front of us, I could have kicked her, she would go all laughing.”
“Perhaps she thought you were foolish for not laughing!”
“But such a sloppy-looking person had no right to laugh.”
“Opinions differ about personal appearance.”