“Why, you were standing talking to her for five or ten minutes: I heard one lady ask another who you were.”
“Not really?” In saying this Mr. Bang’s voice seemed more affected than natural. Possibly it was an expression of sarcasm.
“Indeed you did,” I affirmed.
“I did not know it was Lady Muriel I was talking to, but I am not surprised, as her manners were very good, and her sentiments worthy and gracious.”
Never have I known Mr. Bang to talk with greater assurance. I felt snubbed.
“Do you mean to say Lady Muriel talked with you all that time, without knowing who you were, or anything about you, and without a formal introduction?”
“Certainly, why not?”
I looked from Mumsie to Uncle, but the former was abstracted, and the latter deep in the columns of the Citizen.
“Auntie, who were the females my Little Partner heard talking about me last evening?”
“I’m sure I don’t know,” replied Mumsie.